beads of sweat trickle
down your back -
the one that holds the weight
of the world -
pleasure leaning towards agony
contorts the muscles of your face
exquisitely magnificent
like Michelangelo's David
you mesmerize me intoxicate me with the
fumes of your saccharine serotonin
the neon blue midnight illuminates
your face, teeth bared
ready to take me on
and have another bite.
