The Altar

I usually try to avoid shit like this. Consider it a bit of an experiment, I suppose.

whispering sheets
lamplight gleaming
hot breath
steaming windows
fumbling towards
ragged gasps
interlocking fingers
pleading cries
slippery center

hold me down
take me in
lift me up
make me yours
is it me?
or is it you?

moons exploding
suns imploding
vessels dilating
insistent brushes
pain blossoms
pleasure buds
future harvest
flowering spring
reap and sow

hold me down
take me in
lift me up
make me yours
is it me?
or is it you?

glassy eyed
glottal stop
air deprived
empty mind
swallow spit
claw at walls
surround me
pull me in

hold you down
take you in
lift you up
make you mine
is it you?
or is it me?