I want it to feel like dancing

Like the freedom of dimly lit spaces

Full of frantic feet and limbs

When my body and the movement of the music synchronize

Intuitive, creative, free

Holding my breath in an ocean of sensation

Body drawn in, as if pulled by the swell of a wave before it crashes

I want it to be playful like dancing

I want to be messy

Curls falling wildly onto my face

Bodies pressed together, wrapped up in sloppy kisses

Heavy breathing, whispers of pleasure escaping lips

Show me my body inspires you — with your tongue and with your hands

Like tasting a song

Eyes closed, present and elsewhere at the same time

I want it to hurt like dancing

I want to gasp for breath and never want it to stop

Face adorned with pearls of sweat

Indent of my spine traced gently by a shimmer of exertion

Make me wait on the precipice before the drop, the crescendo

Anticipation, almost painful, perfectly agonizing

I want it to end like dancing

Ecstatic delirium held, caressed, celebrated

Unraveled and weightless, sinking into my beating heart.