Followed by bliss.
A moment in time,
Frozen
For eternity,
Yet ending far too soon.
The thrill of the chase:
Hot blood rising,
Building up pressure-
Tension
In bone and sinew,
Straining within the flesh.
Little Death draws near,
Pulling us close,
Promising a gift.
Release!
The explosive act,
So raw and so alive.
This addictive drug;
Thrill, bliss, and peace,
The heart still throbbing,
Longing,
While the body sighs,
After the Little Death.
