Effortlessly, and smooth as a shelled oyster
sloping down a throat's soft corridor,
I allowed myself the sweet migration
of letting it all be as it was meant to be,
simple and complete.

I took in a lung of calm, quiet air and thought,
This is what I was designed to do,
what I am best at.
Nothing feels more real
or more satisfying than this.

A single corrugated shiver rippled up my spine.
From tail to tip it bloomed in a spiral
of agitating sparks, exciting and wild.
Each nerve, projecting in hunger,
fired around the motion
like the equal rays of a dying sun
in one last great solar explosion,
as tiny ****** of sweat flushed my skin.

I wiped myself three times,
lifted my pants and trousers
in one rising movement
and walked away from my floating masterpiece
smiling.

Every small achievement brings me closer
to perfection.
And every small perfection, well,
I hope to enjoy.