Impasse Polygraph©

You want the truth!  
Honestly,
I liked smelling your spit on my skin  
it serves a constant reminder  
that you trust me enough to digest what's been flowing through my blood stream  
whatever that is  
because sometimes I don't even know.    
Honestly,  
I want you to come to my door wearing nothing more than a trench coat and stilettos.  
Prepared to exercise glute and hamstring.  
Our poise postures posing in portentous positions bona fide.  
Fixated on reaction with the rotation of hip, over attentive with my body just to see what makes me TICK.  
Winning me over with protagonism.  
You fondle flip and fold me, animalistic contortionism.  
Inside of my ecosystem.  
Volcanic climaxes sending aftershocks undulating our bodies in motions of that of tsunamis.  
You mold me in shapes replicating origami.
I flinch and cringe compulsion of convulsion succumbing to thrill.  
Calling my bluff like lie detector.  
Squeezing my body with delicacy I drift in and out of consciousness.  
The misrepresentation of my reality became more real than even I could admit.  
Symptoms of Nirvana leaving every fiber in my being tense and sore.  
Ethereal copulation, pleasure galore.  
Pretense subliminal in firmament.  
I told you I didn’t want it but I couldn’t show you proof.  
Baby I lied, but my body told truth.  
My mendacious ways not allowing me to tell you I like you better on your knees. That I prefer you with your mouth full of pussy.  
Honestly, there was no way to tell you that love had nothing to do with it at all.