If thoughts were deeds

Would you blush

If I told you of

The promise I see in your eyes?

That allure, that desire,

Over sensuous lips

That tug at my heart,

Only to confirm

The offer made by your eyes.

If thoughts were deeds,

Would you tremble

If my touring fingers,

Rustled through your tawny hair

Stroked that curving shoulder,

 To set your skin a-tingle?

 As my hands trace the contour,

From breast to waist, to tempting hip

Affirming your stunning shapeliness.

If thoughts were deeds

Venturing hands to caress

Skin on skin

Over a smoothness

 They have never known

  At bountiful breast, trembling belly

   And warm inner thigh.

   And if deed followed thought,

   With fingers trawling short tight hair.

   Into the moisture of promises

   Forecast in those lustrous eyes

   Turning that promise into a need

    For both of us,

    Comes the sheer wonder

    Of you onto me

    And me into you.