The Rush

Even in a hurry
one can't dismiss
the suggestive nature
of a lasting kiss

When there isn't much time
we do it with speed,
a quick interaction
with perversions to feed

That reception of slot,
such senses it tickles
slicking the length
in excitement that trickles

That furious focus
drilled with delight
the call to be conquered
placed in so right

Draining the pressure
from that light-headed flow
the throbbing inside
so urgent to blow

Will is now futile
neither has the control
the spell of such motions
thrust deep in the soul

the shot finally happens
equally met by the tremors
these precious sensations
that bodies remember

Why don't you join me?
we haven't much time
if this idea excites you
lets cross that line