Last Supper

Share my biscuit, share my head.
Give your heart and I'll share my bed.
To eat a meringue sends shivers down my spine,
the first bite, crunchy n soft n full of mystical delight.
Slowly I lower my hand beneath the fabric of your existence.
With curly hair...I fumble beneath my touch...to love..to feel
the softness of your flesh, depth has no despair nor emptiness.
My eyes..stare, looking back I see your face.
The need to cry out loud grows inside of you..
like a separate growing orgasm...
straining your release.
And when the release comes,
reverberated inside of you..
with the power of a nuclear explosion.
It was the most erotic experience
you've ever had.
I broke the silence first.
Our finger's entwined,
like knots in string,
abandonment......
total release