there
may not truly be words to convey
sensations
such as this
it
may come down to sounds
to
movements made
it
may simply be a torso
writhing
like a snake
fluid
motion
reminiscent
of a wave
it
may be a pulsing vein
swollen
and hidden deep
in
the nether realm
where
eyes seldom see
it
may be muscles flexing
convulsing
and tearing loose
all
semblance of composure
the
body losing control
it
may be guttural throaty sounds
culled
from deep within
and
uttered forth
in
breathy gasping bursts
it
may be fingers interlaced
the
feel of skin on skin
lips
and teeth
and
fingernails digging in
it
may be eyes connecting
and
holding each other’s gaze
off
the eyelid
the
escape of a single tear
it
may be explosions visible
or
the ones that go unseen
the
evidence of both
flowing
uncontained
it
may be soft and tender
may
be savage and raw
the
scent of lust
enveloping
the room
there
may not be words
or
poetry enough to convey
but
you will know
the
depth of what I feel~
~for my muse~
