Pulse (somewhat-adult content)

[Lyric]

First draft

Pulse

It’s not about the climax, when we are locked together
away from each other, the private ascension, the solitary fall. Not always. Rather,
it is the moment of calm
when I can see every trailing bead of moisture on his forehead, his eyes tight-closed
against my cheek, and I am cradling his heaves in my arms rocking, rocking, knowing
every musky variation of his scent as it drips off his shoulder and falls, blooming, into my hair.
If he knew
that there was no second orgasm waiting for me right then, guilt might hesitate him;
I want to tell him somehow that there is another precious thing,
less shout, more hum, the primeval comfort
of symmetry, him inside of me and me inside of his arms and this oceanic rocking
together, as if we are stirring each other
in warm, sweet circles, circling, and I all I can think
over and over is that
he is in me, I am his,
he is mine, he knows
the heat of my metabolism, my every soft
folded place, and
the throb of my pulse
from inside
as I do.

[HopeHoops]

1. I like it.

:thumbsup:

[DS1]

2. The warmth of that bbq chicken dinner will not be constrained by your mortal body!

[ReliantJ]

3. MY INNOCENT MIND!