Passion Play

beading on your face, pitchers of sweat mingle with purple heat outrageous energy flows opening up the floor, the main stage, to intensity that pulls her in like a movie in three-dimension. tensions ease in her spine, her shoulders... her voice... the massage sheds inner thoughts sensitivities are tossed aside with victoria secret panties eyes steal her words, half-spoken judgements suspend- you above her on the knee-level bed her waistline yoked, for hips, no hope a mix of movement and depth, the rise, the fall rush to the head wondering how long will you hold her in this wiggle-proof grip pulled in, moving out of the black, travelling to lost planets losing touch with the world, a private bubble under a bracelet of stars burst, wonders fall into context, a secluded haven where desires seek and hearts speak one on one, that no one hears despite sounds outside of persistent rain afterwards, when clouds finally part under a half-sliced moon, that covers skin, you lay, you chat the sun minutes away its untelling burn kept at bay