The craving tore at my body
I could feel its heat, scorching
The need wouldn’t cease
Me, twirling, moaning, arching
Sweat glistening on ivory skin
My heart racing
Pounding the beat
Limbs and torsos embracing
Energy buzzing and consuming
The beginning to the end
Bodies rocking and melding
Lines and colors blend
Mirrors surrounding, reflecting
An image encased in paintings
Every desire taking part
Showing Lust’s high yearnings
Naked in the company of others
My body sings, begging
Each touch and stroke answering
Muscles clenching, trembling
With release so close, so near
A portrait of glass is made
Capturing each look before the moment
Shattering in Heaven’s Charade
With Gasping breath
And outward bliss
My heart is stolen
“Passion to miss”
