The sudden touch of a lovers hand,
The spark, the fear, the thrill.
The exhilerating trek through unknown land,
What happiness could this kill ?

What friendship are we destroying ?
Can we face each other at dawn ?
Will this be the start of a lifetime,
Or will we later look back and mourn ?

The need, the heat, the fire,
Burns brightly within our loins,
The all consuming desire,
Won't be satisfied 'til we're joined.

The moment almost upon us,
When the exits are all closed.
A final regret of lost inncocence,
To the future we're totally exposed.

A peace in the moment of decision.
A reciproctated frame of mind ?
A slow, gentle, exploratory hand,
What answers will it find ?

A barren land of heartlessness ?
A cold and withered place ?
Or an oasis of warmth and dampness,
And a smile upon your face ?

The soaring flames of passion,
All fears reduced to dust.
The searching arch of your spine,
The thrusting of your bust.

The fire explodes within me,
The masks cast on the ground.
The joy of play and discovery,
What pleasures are to be found ?

The frantic exploration of territory.
The tune of whimpers, then screams.
Teasing each other provacativley,
The joining, inevitable it seems.

Then finally the moment of fusion.
Together, as one at the core.
The gentle insurgence of union.
Does it matter if we're on the floor ?

The waves of fire engulf us,
Frantically, the pace we increase.
The explosive release of desire,
The collapse into total peace.

The warmth lingering after,
Bodies entwined as one,
The moment wishfully extended,
All to soon, the night has gone