Hoping for Ecstasy

It is all flesh and fluid
wanting and movement...
Imagination's rush of blood
into engorgement and need,
caressing the scene,
caressing the mirror,
caressing the flesh,
that opens and flowers in me.

Tongue over teeth,
red, wet, breath, sex,
biting, whipping, teasing,
hoping, surging regret,
and pain in separation,
all mastering the scene
until shudders rapturously
come careening into ether,
and I hear you gasp.

Hoping for ecstasy,
needing you with me,
the energy still rises
and I let it all go,
to wish as I always wish
that this will be real.