IVORY LACE

IVORY LACE

She danced across the bedroom floor,
A smile across her sexy face.
She was wearing nothing more,
Than silken hair and ivory lace.

She played upon a violin,
Vivaldi’s Spring, with bow in hand.
I thought that I was in a dream,
Another place, another land.

She placed the fiddle on the bed,
Held out her hand and took her place,
She kissed me with her luscious lips,
Wearing nothing more than ivory lace.

I danced with her across the room,
Cheek to cheek, and face to face.
My thunderous heart began to beat,
As she removed the ivory lace.

I sat next to the violin,
Upon the bed in this strange place,
She tied my hands behind my back,
With long, soft strands of ivory lace.

The storm continued in my brain,
As she danced to me with oh such grace.
She laid next to me upon the sheets,
No longer wearing ivory lace.