pulse to pulse in the night,
the beats are innumerable,
the automata of touch
I want to go so much further,
to move just like you do,
see just as your eyes do.
Enraptured with the pressure,
I want to taste the sweetness inside,
the unfathomable dripping depths,
the fiery possession that seemed
to once only exist as a myth.
And to emerge after
such winding passion,
I’ve taken some of you
with me forever.
As where you will feel me
still traveling inside you,
the deepest recesses
of a dripping essence…
The taste only slakes me for so long,
the nectar from where you glisten
becomes a fleeting portal,
the anamnesis of what evaporates
still leaves me with every nuance.
The sweetness I devoured from within,
the memory of my tongue relentlessly seized
as I spiraled into the interminable current,
into a need to absorb and memorize you.
I’ll take you in secret,
pulse to pulse in the night,
the thrumming is immeasurable,
the automata of our want.
I want to go so much further,
to move just like you do,
see just as your eyes do.
To still you with unforgiving pressure
and savor the flow over thirsty buds,
the unfathomable dripping depths,
if my hands discovered the myth,
it was my tongue that unlocked the rest,
touched upon your most hidden treasures.
And to emerge after
such rapture recedes,
I’ll be keeping a part of
you with me forever.
The flavor only slakes for so long,
the automata of deep touch,
this anamnesis of fiery possession
that I can never stop tasting.
