As we sway along
To the hushed sounds
Of the music,
My mind drifts to
The soft curve
Of her waist,
And the comfortable way
My trepidatious hand
Rests on it.
It drifts to
The pleasing feeling
Of her pert nose
Pressed against
My neck.
My mind drifts to
The way our bodies
Seem to fit
Like they were made
To hold only
Each other.
