In the Same Vein

In the Same Vein

Vices rooted
in the same vein,
I watch her
watching me
watch her.

Her fingers
fill
each portal
as her scent
derives
her pleasure
from her
need
to feel
again.

My eyes
follow her
as eyes close
and determination
meets each itch
with lust
of satisfaction.

And every
tilted
anticipation
lusts
to be seen,
to see
the swealtered
sense,

finding
that trigger
over and over
disclosing
sacraments

To be seen,
lost and found,
filling in
that emptiness
found alive
In his eyes.