Her Dance

Her Dance

Dressed all in green,
my summer's sensual delight;
seduced me and cooled me
with slow languorous caresses.

Now in a dress more exotic,
shimmering hues ~ yellow, red, orange, and gold;
her dance, choreographed by outside forces,
speaks anxiously of erotic surrender.

Stripping before rapt eyes,
flinging her garments upon me;
some days the strip a slow tease
and others a riot of passion.

She stimulates senses before slumbering;
her stark reminders ~ a promise
that in the Spring she'll return
to seductively caress once again.

© Leon Brozyna 2005