Under Pulse and neon heat Your body speaks in rhythm sweet Curve of breath, released and slow Laugh where only we will know Tides of warmth beneath the skin Signals there where touch begins Not a murmur left to hide Laugh where edges rub inside Every sense begins escape Waves of pressure, hush so deep Laugh where reason falls to sleep Feel the friction in your sway In the dark where beat and breath obey Every inch becomes a secret held Laugh in the place desire’s spelled Underneath the trembling glow Soft as whispers only we know Let the tension melt, unmasked Laugh when nothing needs to be asked Touch it slow — feel it rise Every moment multiplies Bodies merge — the night unfolds Breaths collide where warmth beholds Let the rhythm claim each surge Laugh where we become the urge OH — SHOUT UP! in the hold… SHOUT UP! in the pull… SHOUT UP! in the rise… SHOUT UP! in the thrum…
