We live within the quiet storm of the other,

In shades of blue and Light,

Each weave of color, binding us closer,

Hearts entwined and merged as one.

I cannot see where your thread ends

And mine begins.

I wait upon you, yet pull you to me,

A simple thought that drags you

From your corner to mine.

Questioning, in anticipation,

Listening for the momentum of the whisper,

From a crawl, to a walk, then run,

Cascading up against gravity.

Iced heat sits on my spine,

A lotus of energy, tickling its fingers

In spirals of quiet ecstasy.

Kundalini pleasure waits for your warmth

To descend.

You are presence to me.

You raise me up and pull me down.

I float on sensation and swim in you.

The ghost of fingers soothes and excites.

Phantom mouths entice and enrapture.

My fingers taste the wet of your skin.

We undulate.

Your energy engulfs me in waves of intensity,

The thrusts of your pleasure

Merging with mine.

I glow in you and reverberate to your flow.

This is more than a wanting.

It is the power of two sparks, intricately drawn.

I am my own, and yet inextricably yours.

More than the magnet of opposites,

It is a composite of two gravitational forces,

The sun and moon orbiting

And arrested by the attraction of each the other.