Sensory

We see eye to eye
We see lips to lips
We see eye to eye
graciously yet so ferociously,
sensual energies are ignited.

We bite, we bleed
only a little
enough for passion
to know we are human.
We scratch, we pull, we tare
achieving that sensation we so desire.
Oh so perfect, oh so Divine.

Hands pull textiles to shreds
teeth getting tangled in lace
tongues slipping into portals of divine sensation
teeth pulling on a spot of sensitivity.

Her portal of divine sensation, flooded with passion
flushed too is his silent flute
as she plays his instrument aggressively.

We begin playing the game of pure animals
noises of pure sensual explosion
tears of overwhelming pleasure
scent of unselfishness
the smell of energy and the smell of exposure.

The bed broken,
the dining table, broken
the couch broken,
everything, broken

We did not care, we were enraged with pure, instinctual, sexual passion
so fierce, only killing us would
stop it.