As pleasure peaks within you, and those core muscles
contract powerfully (I feel the rising surge in my hand):
I see in your eyes whole galaxies exploding into existence.
I hear from your mouth ancient, arcane languages implicitly moaned.
And in the adolescent strings of sweetstuff you release upon me
(no regard for intrusively obstructive inhibitions at this point),
a thousand million microscopic tadpole galaxies
perform the dance of their complex Brownian motion
in the fragrant and flavorful substance of those glistening and
sustenant substance.
StarSpared