The Act

 At this night, even during the day light…
My mind seeks the solace of your warm breath exhaling silent whimpers - indulging in sweet defeats.
Mastering the – participating in the – electric notions that dissipate into thick – moist… air.
Climax is ah -  dream while a steady stoke is – the goal.
Prickling buds tasting flesh sweeter than sugar cane plucked from a tree, minimizing legible speech into sounds mimicking painful taunts shrouded in gold.
Outer body on em’ - while pinned and motion set on cruise.  Dissecting orgasms into nuts spewed cum down a liquid avenue leading to a place to be reverted back into its original soul.  
Exhausted and confused – needing more… More of – that shit that makes your legs twitch while tears fall horizontally across your  pulsating temples.
Can you breathe? Catch up…
Catch up to the beats per minute echoing in your ears as lights flash into darkness.
Clawing, grip – raise the sheets…
Popping the elastic bands from four corners into balls of fist motions – bracing for balance in the limbo state of your physical soul – all the while…. Releasing