The Invisible Man

She looked as though she was fermented in simmering sensuality
beautiful like the sunset that embraces the incoming Polar Aurorae
and danced as if she and I were emotionally and sexually synched
like I was an invisible man perfectly nestled deep within her womb
positioning her hands on her thick thighs, tooting, bracing tightly
her sexy shoulders slumped inwards, her biceps caressing her bosom
shyly, she turns her face from the crowd watching her arch deeply  
while she dutty whines slowly hiding a most pleasurable wince
her cheek resting on her right shoulder shielding her hot emotions  
as pain and pleasure engulfs her wet and sticky gushing climaxes
I thought I heard her moaning, and felt her throbbing in sweet ecstasy  
but the music faded, & I realized that it was I, throbbing & moaning sweetly
the culmination of her body language, beauty and my insatiable nature
reached an apex inside me, and suddenly I erupted becoming visible.
 
I was no longer the invisible man