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