A tingle that shivered me to the bones,
The linger of pain and pleasure on the soul,
Fading away from sensations sweaty and sore,
Soul-less emptiness of the swarming space,
Heavy drop of the body that has devoured,
Stooping time, but the sound of the clock,
Whirlwind of blood rushing and throbbing,
Nothing much, I have just a spell of slack,
A languid body turns a languid mind,
Time to make a change,
To turn the tide,
To try.