being known

in the deep where secrets hide
bodies meet in a quiet dance
pleasure and intimacy bloom
from the soils of desire

souls bare
skin to skin
touch to touch
hearts unguarded…raw

here lies the tremble of
fear nesting in the crevices spreading
the paradox, the dance
pleasures wrapped in the risk of harm

emotions spilled across the sheets
the sweet, the bitter
fluids of woman and man
physical selves given and taken

this is the risk
the beauty
the terrifyingly exquisite act
of being known