La petite mort ... little death

You told me I was the first
to bring La petite mort to your door
I feel you tense
 then relax
I watch you bite your lip
 nostril flair
I place my hand in the small of your back for guidance
I need to follow your lead
I know on your way

You reach out  
   there's nothing to grab
You try and gain a foothold
    your groundless

While new to the term...
   I know how to bring about the reaction
I just need to be in tune with you... as best I can
   but that's a task I'll  never master
I'm your vessel
I hold the start to your journey
It's an outer body experience that can't be planned
That's why it doesn't happen at the same intoxicating level each time

I worry about lasting long enough
You worry about taking too long
Relax...
Enjoy your trip
Your be back
I'll be here