What's it like, when you cum? Skin to skin, warm and new, you laugh and snuggle in. Like this, you say, and twine your arms around my neck and bring your face this close to mine. Your eyes go wide and dark, your lips go slack, and O you breathe, your breathing a caress, and O you sigh again, shifting tune and timbre, and kiss me without kissing, breathe a sweeter O then, deeper, rounder, softer, a sighing wed to pleasure and to grief, calling to your past or love to come, and your belly fills and your hips come weaving, and, oh, another O escapes, till now you're not the harper but the harp, sounded by your joy. O you whisper, O. Your mouth goes wider and your tongue anoints your lips, your eyes go wider-- O --your legs go gaping, scissor shut, your hips come rocking toward me-- O -- and-- O --your skin turns moist beneath my touch and-- O -and-- O -- Oh, the whole of your belly presses against the whole of my belly-- O! O! O! -- and pleasure grows to toil, O, feathers at the edge of fear --Ah!--and bliss and mourning stream together and you gather an immense endeavor and your mouth contorts and your throat cracks and your back wracks, goes taut and twists and arcs and you return to nestle close within the circle of my arms. Like that, you say. But more intense. And smile