High

The warmth creeps up on you
like a lover would come
from behind you
wrapping their arms
around your waist.
Slowly, the sweat
beads start to form
as you build up
and before you know it
you're drenched...
Soaking wet and
struggling to catch your breath.
...And yet you can't stop
moving.
Your fingers start to numb;
you close your eyes
and let the rhythm
take over you.
until
it
stops.
Sit. With the sound
of your heart beating.
The high takes over...
...And I still can't get over it.