Memories At A Dance: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I couldn’t recall,/
but she remembered. I was/
her first kitchen dance.

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For This, My Legs Are Unshaven: Romantic Email Poem

First, read my profile.
(It will take you awhile!)
There, you’ll find everything your profile
says you yearn for
and more.

My legs are unshaven.
For this,
for you,
for us
I’ll make no such fuss.

My invite is simple:
Explore, first, a large herb
garden with me,
and then, if you yet have nerve,
take one by land,
two by sea.

Canoe with me
through unsullied country.

You claim “I like slow dancing together in the kitchen …”.
If true,
then I’ll send you
the link to my poetry blog
posting about slow kitchen sock dancing.

And then maybe
we’ll dance ‘neath a tree
or, for fun,
in a snow-filled canyon.

Needing More Than Hugs: Romantic Improv Email Sonnet

Is that all you want? A hug?
Oh, E, oh! I need so much more!
I need you to roll up the rug!
I need us to tear up the floor.

I need to caress your sweet-framed face,
to put you in a trance,
as I glide you from place to place,
in a soft, warm late autumn dance.

And then you’ll take me by the hand,
and lead me where you will:
up stairs, down halls, to promised lands,
where our volcanic intensity thrills.

Where days, weeks, months, years of craving
moves and melts into fun misbehaving.

Tales Told of Kitchen Dance: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I wished once, only,/
to dance in your kitchen. Now,/
I long to tell tales.

Kitchen Dance Request 2: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Your woo-er/
and fun-doer/
would fane/
ask again:/
What think ye of dancing in/
your kitchen?/
Is that a delight?/
Or a fright?

Songbird Waltz Kitchen Dance: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Can one who can’t dance/
in the kitchen grasp the waltz/
of rain and songbirds?

OR

Can one who dances/
in the kitchen grasp the waltz/
of rain and songbirds?

OR

Only one who’ll dance/
in the kitchen grasps the waltz/
of rain and songbirds.