Fucked in the night, under a roll down blackout – face recognition disabled
Not so romantic as ‘I’ve been holding for years’ – but –
Tissues moist and secreting, the whole wagon of life complexifying to a wet ecstasy.
Years of the most subtle, yet obvious, closure
Dropping away with a desperate clawing for flesh and tempo.
Fucking, primal – pinned to the present through a messy and seductive biology,
Fucking, primal – finally, consensus of the fibers of my new pleasure hole
Fucking, primal – not so much lost in you, but backing into oblivion.
I claim my new superpower as a crazy fucking power bottom.