Naughty Thoughts

It was evening
and there you sat alone
with a single candle burning,
silently pondering an intense thought
or perhaps a deep dark secret
or perhaps there were no thoughts at all,
just the peacefulness of quiet.

As I continued to watch,
not daring to disturb you
by uttering the slightest sound,
I captured your serene beauty
in the eloquence of that silent moment
when all words seemed trivial
and rather expendable.

Eventually you sensed my presence
and hypnotically pierced my eyes
with the intensity of yours.
Then you mischievously smiled
as you traced my lips with your finger
and seductively whispered,
"read my mind."