Passion

The velvet kiss of a woman's skin
The heart racing caress of a slow silken sigh
Pulse pounding anticipation as the dance begins
Unable to retreat, unwilling to try
The mind falls away before utter desire
No thoughts needed, passion takes full reign
No substance could quench this aching fire
Ecstacy so fierce, none may remain sane
Two come together, one skin, one pulse, one soul
Bodies entwined, all movement molten steel
Centers combining, there is no young, no old
In an instant, all fantasies become so very real
Together they experience pure death of the now
Riding the wave as the passion subsides
In an instant together two beings have found
Two souls combined into one eternal light.

Nice poem .