The ball gown slips
in a sheath of crinoline
like a confection upon carpet
To describe your undergarments is not polite
but they do the trick
You slip like a french mistress
inside forbidden sheets
giggling in the champagne whisper
of the loved.
Beneath the outline of the window
anonymous lights
flicker like artificial starlights
on the river
and Madame Peyroux sings softly
from the B&O
Stumbling out of Tux and Tie
I fall upon the sheets in wonder
that you chose me
and the real starlight
twinkles a little brighter
with burning wishes
That this feeling stays.
by
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