In the Lovers' Dance - Perfect
in the lovers’ dance
the place of freedom
my mind still drifts
with no wisdom
allowing tension to build
carving out to relish the tantric pleasure
tenderness of which equals no charm
emotionally vulnerable
reminiscing the fact
we aren’t here to be perfect
we are here to know
perfect is who we are
in the lovers’ dance
breathing slower and deeper
our breaths synchronize
as we awake our sensual grid
to dance with all our senses
to this exotic yet erratic music
as we float on pleasure with our eyes
glued to our twirling movements
while absorbing all the input
our senses are getting
it is not just dance
it is about ecstasy
rekindling our sexual chemistry
restoring your faith in a whole man
you say, because now you know
we aren’t here to be perfect
we are here to know
perfect is who we are
in the lovers’ dance
where you soar in your own ecstasy
and your pleasure is sacred to be consummated
there is find solace and tremble slightly
in this lovers’ dance
as your eyes meet my gaze
i learn to accept my stance
whether joyful or bland
for now, I know very well
how to uncover the mud
that’s keeping me from seeing
that I am a perfect being
for perfection is but the child of time
and perfect lovers’ dance
even in memory
is not common
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