THE MOTION

Author: Jason Anthony Santana

Lips on the small of a back 
Making their way on a charted course. 
Kisses on the thigh, 
Delving deep, 
In pursuit of torrid pleasure.
Hands searching for perfection and 
Feeling their way down heavenly skin. 

Eyes gazed in marvel 
At the illusory of circumstance, 
In bliss,
Toward a destiny unknown. 
Gasps of breath, 
The sense of oneness never this powerful, 

Felt to the bone. 
The assured nature of every touch and 
The warmth of flesh on flesh. 
Belief,
On top of disbelief. 
The rush of heat to the soul and
Life in a dead heart.