Often, when we dance, I lose myself

In you, in me, in love and longing.

The rhythm of the music tapping out the story of our time.

Sometimes, when we dance, I merge with you.

Our bodies are as one, fluid, supple.

The beat of our feet slowly carving memories I can remind

Myself of later when alone, longing for your hand,

So gentle, so strong, offering yourself in your touch.

The drive of the dance moving me to you to me.

Now, I want to dance our dance of lust,

Crazy, laughing, open, intense.

The stroke of your body over mine, as it is so it should be.