Deus Ex Machina

Words cannot reflect the sipid curves
That stir the inane hunger
The dark chocolate underneath the fabric
Sin, if innocence was still a thing
A flower budding its breast
Welcoming and loving its visitors
It is what love really is not.

Spurring a sense of intimidation
A boldness that stems from her
As she grabs hold of what lies in between
Between conversations and meditation
You feel remote, vivified
As though you always belonged to her
She takes you in, you are spitshined
The intimacy she yearns for in your arms
Isn't so scarce in another man
But right now there isn't anyone as special as you
Inside her, claustrophobic ecstasy.

Though she dominates your senses only momentarily
You submit helplessly every time
Craving nothing more, nevertheless
The world is her body and you are god
Within her machine.