The world outside can fade away, Beyond the edges of the day, Into a space where pulse and heat Are the only rhythms left to beat. A steady climb, a rhythmic grace, Finding home within your space, Locked in a gaze that’s burning bright, The only compass in the night. It’s in the strength, the solid ground, Where every hidden want is found, A slow ascent, a velvet slide, With nowhere left for us to hide. I’ll take the lead, I’ll set the pace, Lost within your warm embrace, Moving like the rising tide, On this wild and restless ride. Gravity begins to fail, As we set our private sail, Driven by a fevered spark, Cutting through the quiet dark. Higher still until we break, With every breath we give and take, A physical and deep connection, In the heat of your direction. And when the journey meets its end, Around the final, sudden bend, We drift within the afterglow, Where only steady waters flow. Still connected, still as one, Until the rising of the sun.