Creating a Masterpiece

The light flickers slowly hair falls haphazardly onto my furrowed brow. Sweat trickles down the nape of my neck I plow nimble fingers through my hair, groaning softly. Bones ache as I lean back gathering the scene, this precious moment before me.  Thoughts tumble in chaotically, Is this right? Is this what I want? No, I need more, so much more. Starving for satisfaction I press against it, pushing harder.  Muscles clench and release as frustration grows.  Putting the palms of my clammy hands tighter around it and again push harder. I feel it rip and I cry out in anguish. It'll be okay, I soothe myself as I rub it gently. My breath escapes heavily from my parted lips as I grab another rubber  Trying to reach that one thing I hunger for. Grinding downward faster Temples beginning to throb and heart beating faster.  My hair escapes once more Teeth piercing into my bottom lip as the pressure intensifies.  Pushing back and forth, harder, quicker as the rubber slowly wears away. Thrusting forward one final time, I collapse against my body and a smile creeps across my face. Gazing foggy eyed I think to myself. Absolute bliss, perfection, orgasmic even. A masterpiece. Eraser.  How would I do my art work without one?Another for my contest. Not exactly a poem.. but oh well. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 05:35 PM PST   18 • 0 • 14