Your Pulse

I lived into your pulse
leaning to and from
I wanted
to become
I pleaded
That you’d mould me
awaken me
I was glass and white fabrics
elastic and ecstatic
our friction fried
static
you said I was erotic
I’ve been practicing
to last past the sunset
I pressed
erect
sweat me off
push me to my far corners
you knew I was a yearner