Sonnet 17 - Move Me

There is an attitude in your movements,
a rich promise. The effortless feline
grace, the sinuous sway – a cruel torment
of invitation – both serve to remind

me of late night strivings and of daylight
seductions - these last lost to dull duty.
I love to watch you walk to me while light
from candles, purpose placed, softens beauty

and preludes shadowed sharing. Love must walk
just so. Your breasts swing free of their silken
restraints as you kneel astride me. No talk
now, but heat and need and two hearts fallen

before the magic of our dance. I yearn
to know you fully - where I don’t, to learn.