we reshape ourselves with each blaze,
our insides simmer as we fumble to meet,
to find the place where
a touch told entire stories.
Each question your flesh asked,
the pressure of my tongue replied
to the thirst you’ve induced,
parched for your folds and curves.
You stay close to my eyes when I enter,
the ones you called beautiful dark clouds,
legs hook around and pull,
a core grips and suspends time.
“Do not be soft this time,
remember that ripple through
the blood that brought you closer,
remember that your name is on my lips
and is the precursor to all I do.”
The words are a pulled trigger
as I impale you with all that I am.
From the spark your body creates
to the exquisite honey dripping out,
I feel the strain within,
the delirium when a being shakes,
contracts to claim me in ways absolute.
Each question your flesh asked
created a new story simmering inside,
a place for us to shape ourselves around.
I lose myself in your folds and curves,
the ones that I’ve called home,
you stay close to my ear and whisper
what I want to bring me to the edge.
“Do not hold back this time,
remember all the pressure
in your body when I tease,
remember that every jet and drop is mine,
my liquid heat to embrace and keep inside.”
The words push me to explode
into your dripping, soaked core,
claiming me in ways I barely understand.
Our flesh asked many questions
before and after.
Asked what lies beyond writhing bodies,
this quickened, urgent center,
what molecules await once
we’re rendered raw from combustion,
what part of me has been expelled,
given to you without hesitation.
What frame do you see me in then?
Once we climb down from simmering heights,
forms lazy and warm like tangled roots,
I’m still in time’s beautiful suspension,
in this afterglow we cannot create alone.
Tell me a story I’ve never heard before.
