Tender motions reflect and glow

Shimmer thy lips, unfurl and show

The pure white tiles you seek to share

That capture my seducing stare

Cascading hair pours on her form

The vast distance renders us torn

The table morphs into a field

Of vastness and pervasive yield

I reach to touch her soft clad hands

Her nails adorned with red; they can

Tickle the glass she holds too tight

But her demeanor seems just right

The lungs imbibe her sweet perfume

That flees through nostrils all too soon

Ardor, like scenes do disappear

Despite initial spark or flare