Equation to love

"Back on my he say"..
"Put that hand back on my " he said
Multiple schemes n pressure pushed up against his most valued muscle
I skate.. Gliding up n down the shaft of his special spinal cord... Seems like this is all that keeps him awake
*breath*
"Back on my he say...."
"Put thaton my ..."
My natural lubricant something like a mini stream flows through a crack of my sweet walls like water seeping from concrete 
I dance.... Twirling, pulsating, picking it up n dropping it back down...
Rolled up in white sheets like weed to a Rasta... He smokes me
Strokes me as I prance.. 
"Stay on this he say...."
*breathe* 
*breathe*
Knowing this is my only chance i keep going.
In a rhythm only he n i know... Beating 
Ike rain on a window pane, Africa in a ritual, and a bass drum in a rock band all in one, my heart pounds.. His pressure becomes my pressure as his most valued my muscle becomes my body's bounty... Toweling up all the sweet pine as it drips the a small dark cave... 
*breathe*
*breathe*
*BREATHE*
"My he say..."
Feeling a rush of a pill poppin addict, he is trapped in a world of ecstasy that only he can get himself out of.. He begin to rise... Expanding at the tip as he explodes into a tunnel so sacred and secretive only he can find the right spot.... Multiplying to their bodies... The equation equals plus one... This equation is an unequal but right equation as my decision was made to stay on his just as he said.
*BREATHING*
thump thump.. Thump thump..
*BREATHE*
thump thump..thump thump *fades*
BREATHING*
Zzzzzzzzz