His beauty entraps all that is she -
Snared her soul, marked his to keep;
Now silence and breathing in a dark room,
Hands roving, not too soon -
Gentle, asking, modesty kept;
Love, more love, nothing witheld.
The touch now hits core deep -
And rouses a quiet noise,
A sigh of satisfaction that both now finds;
Stay, stay, murmured into her hair
Yes, yes. A million times, yes, the reply said.