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 then soft and 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 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'd ever had.
I broke the silence first.

Our fingers entwined,
like knots in string
Abandonment...total release.