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

This poem was written/submitted by Domenic Scopa.