Update:

The poem now has a title

Dance The Dance

Saw a pair of blue eyes today
And in them part of my future
His lips so soft upon my own
His tongue a part of my body
Molded to him like he is my very own
Two parts of one whole
Looking upon his face while on my knees
Laid out for me to see everything
Touching
Tasting
Smelling
Committing everything to memory
Longing for every touch and word
Face lit up with wonder
How to make this man my own
This is one of the many things I wonder
Fire blazing from every place you touch and kiss me
He guides his head between my legs
Burying himself above me
Time stops for what seems like forever
And then he begins to move
Dancing the dance of lovers’ tunes
While I enjoy the music only we can hear