The obligation to endure gives us the right to know

"The obligation to endure gives us the right to know"
So dont get angry when the confusion in my mind results into questions asked.
To endure this time with you is an obligation, something i want, but also must do.
That being said i have the right to know if your feeling this too.
Do you feel the rhythm of your heart speed when you get around me?
Can one touch drive you insane?
Can you feel the electrifying shock of electricity enter your body as i brush my hand across your arm?
Are goosebumps arising as you feel my breathe across your shoulder making its way to your neck?
Do you feel the butterflies swarming excitedly around in your stomach while the softness of my lips reach the bareness of your chest?
Do knots form as you feel my tongue sliding across your skin.
Does your body get warm and hot as i sneak my fingers  down in your pants,
im only massaging that clit, trying to get you wet enough so i can slide a finger in.
And as i feel the moisture begin to build up, i strip you, take off the barriers separating us two from unleashing this passion we've withheld for so  long.
This drive, driven solely by love takes over me and the rest is a blur.
Moans and soft screams, kissing and sucking, rubbing and touching, biting and nibbling.
Such a blur, almost like a high, your love takes me to this place so far from reality all im seeing is you and me,
our bodies interconnecting, the physical act binding us, the way our souls are connecting.
As i come back down from this dream like state, all i hear is our heavy breathing,
its like sweet music to my ears, to know the connection has just been made 10 times deeper.
To know a piece of me is with you, and as i turn over and look into the eyes of the girl with that beautiful smile,
i say "The obligation to endure gives us the right to know"
i have a right to know....
Now that i've given the last piece of me there is left to give is there anything more that will keep your interest?
Was this a beautiful metaphorical poem,
or was this love making just fucking?
Will you erase my strategically placed words and create a different poem?
A sound of your own, closely resembling a tragedy as oppose to the "happily ever after" i envisioned while your tongue was inside of me?
I gave you something i can't take back so what now?
What will result from this beautiful love making?
Was it really even love making or something far more basic?
The obligation to endure gives us the right to know....
That being said tell me what happens from here?