I Feel the Heat All The Way To My Tips

As I look down, I look at my hands, my fingers all the way to my toes.

They along with the remainder of me is curled as if I’m in pain

I touch myself, my skin is not taught as it use to be. My face no longer smiling, it instead it is in intensity

Why am I fighting this pain which is buried deep within

Pain changes to heat as it pulses and pour through  every orifices of my body

Who is in charge of this pulsing, throbbing and thrusting because at this very moment I’m in ecstasy

I continually reach to grip tighter whatever is in reach

My body shaking, trembling with intensity

Breathing quickly, eyes unable to focus, lips can no longer mutter a coherent sentence.

The mind is partly cloudy, can’t focus

A touch of my skin feels moist, damp but incredibly soft

Come close and smell, what a beautiful scent

Breathe, open your eyes

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