simple...don't overthink it

Now don’t be shy don’t be coy

There is no chance me, u would annoy

But, rather come spend a moment near

For your company I know I would revere.

How often uncertainty knows to stop a thought

How often in over-analysis to be caught

When all it takes is an inviting smile

To company shared and the hours ‘away to while’.

So close your eyes and let it be

Imagine the serenity of passion , your mind to see

For both of us know what it takes to please

The meaning of a sensuality tease.

 

A postscript for this piece:

How often one over analyses a moment intimate.  Sometimes to the point, that anything good, can be destroyed. How often uncertainty knows to steal a moment away, never to be experienced, for to indulge seems to be too daunting. Would it not be fair to allow oneself the probability of being right in ones desire to share a moment of passion, without reserve or concern …when lovers know to unite in mind…RB.