Existent

Climax.

To bury my mind,

deep within her

was release.

Not to claw back

into my own sweat

or other

but to slowly

digest each nerve

exploding in her pleasure

which somehow;

was my own

and to feel

the twitch and tingle

of my foolish hands

fumble upon

her quiet skin

to make the cells 

bounce and come to life

against my fingertips

to taste her 

on my tongue,

to grasp onto her 

in such a hurried embrace

was to know my own

delight,

to acknowledge both

our pain.