You can never find a proper name,
but the feeling always stays the same.
Muscles tense in anticipation and the skin quivers (you know what’s coming). Grant the mind its sudden elation and give in to the body’s celebration.
Lips part and breath comes heavy, slow, and labored.

The nervous laughter starts;
Neither one retreating nor making an advance.
A quick glance and both eyes lock.
A smile creeps across your face;
a mirrored reflection responds in kind.
Unspoken agreement crackles,
like the first streaks of lightning in a storm.  

Finally, lips touch: the gentle first kiss of lovers
slowly soaking in the moment.
A storm of emotions, falling gently as the rain.
Chests begin to heave.
The heart beat quickens, racing towards the object of its affection,
but it sputters and trips with each electric connection of skin to skin.
Insecurities and fears are shed with the clothes that lie on the floor.
An act of trust, matched by no other; two souls rejoicing in their simplicity.

Bodies writhe and the temperature rises;
a sun burning brightly within the two.
Clouds disperse and life itself cries out in ecstasy.
This is sacred, this is pure.  
Now the ocean recedes slowly, the tide returning to the vast deep.
Stars appear and twinkle with mirth.
Both bodies hug close in the afterglow of this momentous occasion.
An acceptance of release and an affirmation of humanity’s hope in its most heavenly form:
Love.