No debating when relating the pulsating when it quickens
I feel you at my heart, from the toe-tips to the temples
My temple is where you are, elemental in my mental state
Entangled in this dance that only you and I relate
We stride, we glide, you twirl, I slide, your steps with me
Chaotic in their beauty, yet synchronized in simplicity
I am nourished by the purr in your words that I hang on
I drink in your touch, and am content in wanting more.