It is red and white
Polka, on the forehead
She is shy
In the arms of a stranger
As his touch makes her shiver
It disarms, yet pleasantly
Only , she too waits
To be
Mixed in sweat
Such so
So much so
And hold him to her
If, as if there is a frozen moment
In unison
Passion, veiled in shy
Yet hunger
In her eyes
His too,
When the look into
And when one closes
Gently
As the moon wanes
Into the dawn
In surrender