Increasing, an eye winks
Rising, always rising
Dancing, twitching, inciting an itch
Being filled is all that exists
A hungry mouth, a tongue’s edge
Waiting, salivating, let me drink
A grip encloses, skin hot and stretched
Thunder in my ears, blood rushes
Anticipation grows
Lips apart, drawing the prize
A gaze lifts, knowing each expression
Show me the one that tells me true
A receiving throat, expanding
Search the way down, a path is found
Breath is not possible, life is drawn from what’s held within
Atop my head, anointing, guiding hands
Gentle thrusts and a release is had
A pulse, a spasm, a launch is felt
The vein is mined
