Sensual erasure,
Incredible pleasure
Moving through cycles,
In my favourite rhythm,
I change, rhythmically,
I dance, constantly
Moving through cycles,
Rhythmically changing,
Constantly expanding
You approach
Like the sound of the drum
That knows the adequate beat
You leave me breathless,
Turn me defenseless
And you keep coming,
constantly
In that captivating rhythm,
You sneak up on my soul
I become enraptured
From heart to gut,
transformed
Underneath my skin
Is where you begin
To work your magic
And leave traces of your charm
You erase all that could be
And all that would be
If you hadn’t found a way
Into my heart
Sensual erasure,
Immense pleasure
Brings beginnings
Of a different kind
You inscribe your rhythm,
You fill me in
Until only the awareness
Of your alluring presence
Is left underneath my skin
Spirit of Tara 