A Beating Heart, A Throbbing Breast

You heart is beating;
I can feel it through my chest,
its rapids rushing
through your throbbing breast.
It gains the speed
and goes down the falls,
its power great
enough to conquer all.
It screams for me
and won't quiet down.
It doesn't care
who will hear it now.
It can't contain
its passion at this point,
a passion that
does overflow and anoint.
It anoints me
as the chosen one,
the recipient
when all is said and done.
The one to thrust
the fire down upon
as the craze
goes on and on and on.
It paralyzes
my body and my soul
and takes a hold
of my being as a whole.
I can't respond
as I am taken back.
The only way
that I can now react
is to soak
this moment all in
through the pores
of my ever salty skin.
The moment will
ne'er be forgotten
as is the case
with all the feelings and emotions.
This ecstasy
that will always be
is forever one
you have given me.