In a night-gown of midnight satin

she gazed into his loving eyes

that sparkled with raw desire

for her lips, and breasts, and thighs

She stood coyly in the doorway

candlelight shadows softly cast

he seemed to stare at her forever

as if to make each second last

Held two glasses in trembling hands

tart pink champagne of romance

he took them and then set them down

instead he took her in his arms to dance

His roaming hands caressed her body

on her throat she felt her lover's lips

in her ear he whispered "Babe, I love you"

and his handsbegan to guide her hips

She'd already turned the covers down

silk sheets subtly scented of red rose

he gently lowered her body to the bed

then he removed his clothes

Their love made making love beautiful

they awoke, snuggling in the morning light

from their first desire to sweet content

a perfect love, a perfect night...