The Beauty in Ache

She cries out in rapture  
..arches into her river of release…  
Taken there with awesome pain and pinch of pink skin  
…swollen places throb for again....  
   
She thrusts into his hurt  
..begs to be taken away from hers..  
As palm plants firm on peach mounds of exquisite shake  
...she explodes in Nirvana rush from his burn....