When we danced
Posted on 15. Dec, 2009 by Barry Hurd in Blog, Lust
To which I am inspired,
a beat that pulses, slowly,
with subtle echo
within my heart.
So feint,
the illusion of clarity passes,
drawing strength within passion,
drawing her closely.
Yet the feeling grows,
sweet attraction dismisses my pause,
fueling my body in motion.
I do not hear the music.
An effortless embrace,
breathing deeply,
Two bodies pressed into one,
and I find myself dancing.