Zenith

[evangelion_100]

The goddess makes
her
appearance,
she juts her taut ass
into the air
for
me.

I make her mine,
I thrust
back
and forth,
I move into
her,
into this.

Commas disintegrate
and periods
thrive,
their smiles
eat each moment alive.

Her breasts
are ready
to devour
what is left of me,
her hips
writhe,
they come alive.

Her body
wriggles
and convulses
on top of mine
as legs tremble
and neurons explode.

My juicing flower
of misformed grace,
my volcano of
smirking grace
(pushes and pushes and pushes
'til it hurts).