lost dance

First touch
Soft heat,
Hands placed fill
With ample tender liquid you,
Sinuous contours
Rise and lull,
Close kinetic detail unveils
The swooning texture in
Yr honest neck,
Your breath reigns urgent,
As I dissolve into yr landscapes,
Hot auras intermingle
In electric celebration
Of the willingness in me
And the singing pulse of physical you,
Fusing our receptors
As my mind half escapes,
Hallucinating through
The thoughtrush
Of beat heartsweet hit,
Our heat step cavalcade,
Covers up the fading ache,
Our sync rhythms trace emotions,
Finding new delays,
With each measure
Bones and flesh bind closer,
Until no more, no me, no you,
No more edges, no distinctions,
No confessions left to lose.