"Poor Lady she were better love a dream"

"Poor Lady she were better love a dream"

Weighted pauses, baited breath every ounce
Of my being entreating, waiting for
Our lips to meet for your hand to brush
Mine for some relief from the heat under
Your gaze- tantalizing, tempestuous
So fine so elegant so deliciously
Deceptive and true all at the same time
The curve of your hip the length of your thigh
Grazing the arch of your back with the tips
Of my fingers, the rhythm pulsing in
The space between us as we lay face
To face, wordless, motionless as I think
What would convince you, challenge you to hold
Me in your soft hands? I’ve seen fate tonight