a simple beat begins
his body moves in time,
rolling and rocking,
he is a train pulling from the station.
her eyes find his,
her hands, his face.
the beat fills their bodies.
as it mingles with more music
their focus on reality subsides.
only they are left,
a dance floor full of two.
he moves his body close to her,
she responds in kind.
letting the beat be their guide,
their bodies undulate together.
a gentle touch between them,
clothing scraping clothing.
a thigh chastely touches a thigh.

the beat begins to quicken,
his hands encircle her waist,
her arms around his neck.
bodies grinding together,
the beat has found them,
infected them with movement.
moving with the music he
slowly sinks to his knees.
his hands on her waist, her hands
on his head, pressing it to her
her cool, bared mid-riff.
the sweat of his brow mingles with
the sweat of her body, creating
a heady concoction.
he begins his ascent, trailing his
lower lip up her stomach, across her

The beat surrounds them now,
a dance mixed just for them.
holding each other it
pulses, it
builds, it
engulfs them.
this beat is for them,
a single beat in time.
it may be the only beat they ever share,
but they know what it means.
their bodies know what it means.
they share this beat openly
with each other.
no voice,
no sight,
no smell,
no taste,
just touch.

and touch is all they need to
share this beat between them.