This was a rather delicate poem, and then I read the above node, and I knew what I had to do.
Hearts are not commodities;
They are a delicacy
Meant to be treasured,
Respected, and thrusting love.
A heart is in my dripping hands,
And it is one that I've wanted to caress
for quite some time.
And now that I have it,
I am fucking burning.
I know I will treasure it,
I know I will respect it,
And I know it is dripping with love,
And I desire so to penetrate through;
But something grips me firmly around the hilt.
My existence flashes before my eyes!
This is huge, this is it;
I am able to feel inside,
This milking that I haven't felt
In such a long time.
I can feel the explosive release,
I can feel the deafening joy,
I can feel the earth-shattering passion.
Like a child who finally gets the ball,
I want to run wildly with it.
It's that feeling you get
When you speed down a wet water slide;
The exhilarating wind and speed
And the shooting spash,
And even though the world is exploding beneath you,
You know that everything is ok.
I'm here in the pool,
And you're already there to meet me.
I always let you slide down first.
Now I'm finally here with you,
And I'm glad I have your heart
and you have mine.