As the night grows darker, he turns the lights dimmer,
Could this be an indication? A situation to confer?
But, it seems like they are way past any discussion,
A truly physical and mental acclamation...
It's too soon, but, she already feels the currents pass down her spine,
She can't help thinking how it all feels just so fine...
She doesn't know what to do next,
She bites her lips watching him stretch and flex...
The anticipation made her hands and feet turn cold,
This isn't going as she was told...
One touch and he made her soul feel immensely warm,
He can't help flashing his signature lopsided grin seeing her transform...
Breathing rapidly, breathing fast, can't think, can't make it stop!
They make each other's passion excitedly hop...
They are popping, locking, riding and grinding,
A rhythmic tune their frames are melodiously singing...
Blow, brush, graze... His insolence was the right fit,
She looks up in his eyes and he knows that the exhilaration is lit...
He nestles her cautiously, eager to see her every hue.
Whispers, mischievously, in his velvety tone, "Careful, my dear, you next move is my cue..."
She closes her eyes, allowing her body to feel the tune,
Trying her best to resist his playfully disobedient voice; avoiding the impending swoon...
And then she opens her eyes and grasps the reality,
Watching in bewilderment as her fingers play the keys of the piano, effortlessly...
Glancing to the side she notices the theatrical ambiance,
The spheres of light blinding her by their radiance...
And he was there, sitting atop the grand instrument, holding the mic and looking at her with a gaze so loving,
His lips caressing the words of the song that he's singing...
She looks towards the keys and can't help but think about the thoughts that had filled her head,
Amusingly smiling at her passions being intimately fed...
-Safa Hassan