Existent

Climax.

And as she leans downwards,

I arch backwards, 

her lips, involuntary touch, 

linger down my throat, heaviest breathing,

pulse- erratic sigh, 

hands, tied, tongue-

heavy, pressed down against-

claws down sheets, 

open, for all to see but just me-

eyes- eyes a window- closed,

pull back, pull again-

settle down demons, 

sufficient cries, lies beneath pink dotted thighs.