rising through the room like bubbles in champagne

a motion over whelming, sentient in its desire for perfection through rhythm, we are mealy the canvas carefully placed so this fluidity can take shape and flow like waves through us. willing host to a most gracious storm fixated on satisfying. the room is filled with steam and smoke, the curtains back light and tinted blue. your skin sliding over my hips, the feeling of your shins on the back of my heels, your hair in the inside of my arms and falling loosely, wildly to my fingers. your chest brushes mine as we rise then crest and repeat, each moment, each slip greater then the last, my check touches yours, flushed and most, our lips meet and continue moving, pulsating, as if separate from the rest of our bodies, and yet we are only one, every inch of us only one. still moving, still sliding, we kiss until we need to breathe, then we kiss until we are breathing each other in stead of air.