Caught within this cold violence
deep in these thoughts of a
heated silence
between the sighed gasps and
the boisterous breath crawling
defiantly up my nostrils.
A multitude of  feelings,
not at all as pleasant as the screaming
curve of her back, kicking
back the air
with flicking hair,
shivering in quaky warmth.
This exploring, it's an eclipse
of passion reeling to the undertones
underlying the scattered sensations
that appear
in bursts of spontaneity.