From that first touch
before I could comprehend
the pulsating movements between our hands
as our fingers entwined
to lead the dance
without chorography
without intension
each step into the unknown
and the rhythm grows
intensifying the senses
into that state of hypnosis
called ecstasy
a rapture that binds me to you
in the chains of desire
where all I need is your hunger
like a spark igniting the fury
at the gateway to oblivion

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: free Verse