The Center of Desire

I run my hand
over the fabric
of your skin
slowly,
moving my hand
over its textures
and plains
memorizing
your form

a raging want
burns through
my need,
I am transfixed
and aroused
your words
clasp me
into the center
of your desire

separated I despair
for only a moment,
this growling beast
this fiery lust
eats to the heart
of my core,
returning, you
tease playing
with my passion

our first movement
transcended shadow
and shade,
the ignition
and spark reflect
in the corners
of your eyes
enflaming all
that I am

in a burning white
blaze, I consume
all that surrounds
I am lifted higher
like ash
into a forbidden place
suspended
in time

returned to this plain
I float lighter
and freer,
I run my hands
through the fabric
of your being
touching down
onto a place
of peace