There is devotion,
action driving from
the deriving forms
of flesh collapsing
in upon
as two become
a more completed one.

Skin as thin
as pink parchment
as lips of ink
write their desire,
circling and returning to
the points of exclamation.

Beauty to beast,
the savage feasts,
tongue easing in
and teasing,
showing what it can do
to summon
the body’s
humming
explosion.

Till, white springs
drip from the lips
of the interconnected,

flesh merging
where limb and cavern
**** converging
in a sweet sensation
of multiple fireworks.