Waltzing In Whispers

The words that I wrote

Went waltzing in whispers

From lips partly pursed,

Moist with red tinctures,

Beneath brows slightly arched

Eyes grabbing quick glances,

Some soft sensing smiles

Tell they’ve had those dances,

Dressed only in slippers

And naked wild wishes,

Moaning for more

Than passionate kisses.

Stephen Nesbitt ©