Stealthily

Like a cat,

She moved

towards me

slinking forwards

One pace at a time.

Silently

She walked

around me,

Little by little

Unraveling my

Twisted need.

Speedily

Her smile

Disarming me,

Swaying to music

She placed

Next to my heart.

Reaching out

She caressed me,

Wrapped herself

Around me,

Stirred me,

Deeply.

As the music

Flowed

We danced,

My breath catching,

Hoping I’m

Not dreaming,

My twisted soul

Responding

To the music

Of her flute.

A late night liaison,

Stripping away

My fear

Of giving myself

To her mystery.

The invisible touch,

A personal

Genesis.