You still hold me inside,
the invisible mark
fused with your being
after a final quickened thrust.

I just want to stay wrapped up,
you forever locked around me,
body perfuming the dark room,
the most vulnerable moment
that two can possibly know.

Our shared code is analog,
spoken and always held close,
the familiar is a silent tide
ebbing away layers of clothes,
the binding drift we cannot fight.

There is no question
in our maddening rush.

I may know what is to come,
your breath against my ear,
the softest note hummed
can sing countless songs.

My own ragged groans
are a rougher tune,
the hard to your soft,
the concussive blast
to your calm aftermath.

And you will hold me inside,
the invisible mark fused
forever to your being.

I just want to stay wrapped up,
your flesh still locked around me,
trembling from the final thrust,
softly kissing in the dark room.

Our shared code is analog here,
what can be seen and touched,
what currents flow through us,
this familiar silent tide absolute.

There is no question
beyond our maddening rush.

You may know the notes to come,
promises made from within the drift,
vows held tight when fused in conclusion,
the words we never have to assign a voice.

Just hold me inside forever after
and exhale against my calming skin.

The softest note you hum
can sing countless songs.