Experiencing froth

Before touching, even before asking to touch, or before not asking and touching or touching and no-saying and touching anyway and liking it, you must throb. Throb gently, for thy walls are thin, and thy parents tho supportive need rest. The extending proboscis sips thirstily, negotiating around the stamen expertly. Hovering meekly, paid to stand and watch and say "please don't." Trapped by light, held by warm supporters who die at thy word and live at thy pelvic contractions.
"It is you" they say, gathering, and if thy deny they shake their heads, and wet their hands in preparation. Few times has thine wealth swelled so.
Upon thy open gilded threshold, lay thine laundered silk, speak in tones of saliva and memorize the order of her hairs. Recall the great unfolding within thy virgin womb. All thine gasps for air thy naked legs like in thy favorite movie jaws, to reach the beach is heaven, but to be swallowed whole or even in parts is nirvana.
Who sends for thee? who's tensions dost thou dip thine dinner in? Hold back, restrain thyself, let the temperature take control. Say each time thou apply hand sanitizer: It that slithers must remind my tongue of its truest course, that which I cannot see be niether thorn in my thighs nor palatial quenching of my unprotected neck.
amen