By Dawn
Date: 11 August 2000

Lace

Click…click…of high heels walking
across the hard wood floor
her lover smiles, anxiously awaiting
her to open the locked door.

She opens it and watches
the expression on his face
his eyes filled with naughtiness
mesmerized by her lace.

Against the door she's pressed
teddy reeking of lust, see-through
he opens up the package
caressing her breasts, one then two.

His shirt buttons escape each hole
freedom given by her teeth
her tongue skates down eloquently
tasting what is underneath.

The blaze of their passion
sends electricity in motion
voltage running through their bodies
emitting cries of true devotion.

Like a Beethoven's finale,
a lovemaking crescendo
echoing through the quiet halls
panting love out every window.

Exhausting them both
droplets of sweat in the heat
It is now just past midnight
A gentle kiss the final beat.