Oh princess, come, be my whole
For one evening, or all to follow,
The Darkness, how it crept in,
But not all light has been cast out,
As there is enough from glowing stars
And the waning length of candlewax,
To shed upon your legs, your arms,
Your skin, your face... your eyes.
Hands fused, yet still apart,
We commence the ballet,
Not in haste, not a waste,
Of time, of space, of effort.
Our serenade, its climax prolonged,
Within one room for us two alone,
And as we gently spiral,
My eyes lock with yours,
My lips follow the pattern,
And the crescendo softly dies.