Poker Face

In this dance club
Intertwined with someone who whines
I can feel the beat
Vibrating through every fiber of my being
Climbing

Climbing higher and higher to a pinnacle
Pulsating through me
Shaking me to the core
Falling to breathless pieces on the floor

Escalating higher than passion
Feeling myself quiver against their grip
Sensing the wild feeling
The coming alive
The electric feeling
A detonation

Ecstasy building up pressure
A messy exploding climax
The shuddering furry discharging me
The sheer existence of this insanity

I am lucky
Not lucky to have this sensation

I am lucky to have had you
To have had you near
In me peripherals,
So I could pull off this fable