She yearns for his caress in the depths of her heart
but dances gracefully out of reach of his touch
She wanes as she waits for the next dance to start
then shyly shows a sliver of a thigh
Feeling emboldened by the passion in his eye
she coyly reveals more of her beauty
not a sound from his lips but a quivering sigh
the sun playing chaperone, it's her duty
As the music keeps playing and her passion swells
she shrugs off the darkness from her breast
the tension that’s between them now as fragile as shells
his oceans are now gushing with lust
The Sun hovers sternly at the edge of this scene
like a matron keeping eye on sweet teens
if Earth ever chooses to mate with his queen
their embrace is the last thing to be seen
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