#ohf*ck!

      
How breathless we become      
At simple words' recite      
With fingers shading lips.      
     
The sounds of “owning clutch,”      
“my hands in tresses home”      
And “catching me in you.”      
     
How blood can rush away,      
Displayed in swimming thoughts      
Of flush and wash beheld.      
     
In breathing's catch unsought      
The tightening of cloth,      
The flood of nip and tuck.      
     
With swirls of pleasures brought      
In throbs of whispers’ rasp,      
We need the tag - #ohf*ck!