I’d take you to where heaven and hell collide,
Where thoughts are dropped and connections ride,
And once we’re there where sin begins,
We’ll say a prayer to those who win.

For what we want is not to race,
To climb to shudder; climatic brace.
What we want is to have some fun
In rhythmic motion, entwined as one.

Breath synced up in cosmic play,
Drawn slow and deep, escaping day
Thoughts lost in eyes, polarised on you,
Energy matching, hearts beating true.

To sense it all, letting those five thrive.
To taste, see, feel; scents come alive.
To touch one’s soul, to hear it scream.
Then lay outstretched in the filthy clean;

Of shared experience…