Lust is the study of dance and retreat
      The chase and the beat
Where souls move together, collide and complete....

And musicality crawls through our skin
      So transparent and thin
Like the breath of a kiss that has yet to begin.....

Just like the thunderous beat from the drum
      We pulsate and come
Apart at the seams like your cat's got my tongue.....

The music fades down so the silence can start
    It's own form of art
          And all that remains....
                All that remains.....
Is the stone steady beat of my percussive heart.