while you squeeze and pull and slap and pinch
and hear me gasp
and watch me flinch.
I know that it won't stop until I've made you come.
The closer I bring you
the worse it will get
but there is only one way out.
You will soar and I will sink.
A mirror of pain and pleasure.
You go faster, meaner.
I cry louder.
You echo.
Intensity feeding intensity.
Struggling for real,
for a moment.
I give you this gladly,
your final push.
Then you are gone.
It takes all of two people
just for one to reach.
That place is still mine
even if I cannot enter.
That is what I mean.
