Barefoot On Wooden Floors

We walk barefoot on wooden floors
Adoring each other's company.

The benevolence of our comfortable
and cozy moments send me to mesmerizing
trances. Your glances from across the room
consume my entire being.

I begin dreaming of your body adorned
in cinnamon-colored clothing appropriate
only in closed quarters.

You walk by me barefoot
in your holistic beauty.

Beautifully decorating our space
as we embracethe calm of a quiet nite.

Barefoot on wooden floors
We slow dance deliciously, rhythmically.

The fire within me tenderly
warms the smile upon your face.
Suddenly, we realize jazz has a taste.

With my hands on your waste,
we dance the Spanish salsa.

The gyration of your hypnotic thighs
inspire me to move freely, loosely.

I love that we can just be.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
Barefoot on wooden floors.

(c) Christopher Donshale Sims 2005