****, like a pane of glass,
refracts the light as it moves past.
Adjoined with shadow at the heel,
she steals the light, becoming real.

Becoming palpable as night,
the moon has risen with her light.
And in that light the pale pearl grants,
we too begin our night time dance.

Our fingers touching silken skin,
and teasing tongues won't speak of sin.
The press and warmth, the coital fight,
prolong this dance of sheer delight!