ART

…is a way to express prayer…

A glance, then fire beneath the bone,
A pulse that pounds when left alone.

In silken ache, I lose my name,
Desire burns but leaves no blame.

And still I wait, with aching grace,
For touch to find its rightful place.

Bodies moving, breathing as one.
Hearts beating to the same drum.

Surrender has won,
and the dance of life has begun.

Lose yourself in skin and sound,
Where time dissolves and lust is found.