Increasing, an eye winks

Rising, always rising

Dancing, twitching, inciting an itch

Being filled is all that exists

A hungry mouth, a tongue's edge

Waiting, salivating, let me drink

A grip encloses, skin hot and stretched

Thunder in my ears, blood rushes

Anticipation grows

Lips apart, drawing the prize

A gaze lifts, knowing each expression

Show me the one that tells me true

A receiving throat, expanding

Search the way down, a path is found

Breath is not possible, life is drawn from what's held within

Atop my head, anointing, guiding hands

Gentle thrusts and a release is had

A pulse, a spasm, a launch is felt

The vein is mined