Desire

December 22nd, in the still of the night
We slow danced in the moon
My eyes entranced within your light
As the band struck up a tune

The chill of the air, the volume of all
Could not direct my gaze
Hooked to your essence I could not fall
Into anything but your haze

My fingers floated, arms around your neck
Yours positioned on my waist
I yearned for what one would expect
Just not within such haste

A desire formed, I could control
I knew it would be your first
The pace that we chose was slow
Though my lips craved for your thirst

Our winter ball was lots of fun
Your presence was enjoyed
After all that’s said and done
Lips have not yet been deployed