The craving tore at my body

I could feel its heat, scorching

The need wouldn’t cease

Me, twirling, moaning, arching

Sweat glistening on ivory skin

My heart racing

Pounding the beat

Limbs and torsos embracing

Energy buzzing and consuming

The beginning to the end

Bodies rocking and melding

Lines and colors blend

Mirrors surrounding, reflecting

An image encased in paintings

Every desire taking part

Showing Lust’s high yearnings

Naked in the company of others

My body sings, begging

Each touch and stroke answering

Muscles clenching, trembling

With release so close, so near

A portrait of glass is made

Capturing each look before the moment

Shattering in Heaven’s Charade

With Gasping breath

And outward bliss

My heart is stolen

“Passion to miss”