Intensity

I could miss your shuddering need beneath mine
As you pressed up against my hard edge,
Abandoning all the shielding linens,
Until the lines between us were blurred
In shadows, while I tortured your flesh.

I could miss your laid-bare senses converging
Into a single heart-rending cadence;
The beauty of this sonority echoing
Forever into a well-spring of emotion,
Fed by the bloody fountain of your offer.

I could missed the plunges and the thrusting,
The impalement and the making you scream,
As you arched enterprisingly up to find
A forever place carved through your insides;
But I could never miss how it will always ache.