circulation I

the blood now staining my cheeks has already run through the rest of me; it enlivened the tips of my fingers as i explored you and it ran back along my arm to my heart where it was expelled and sent empurpled to my lungs; my lungs were busy gasping at air for your mouth was fastened on mine and even the oxygen was recycled and then the blood ran back to my heart again, rich and red this time; it joined the surge flooding to my groin where it pulsed in time with your blood again engorging you to slot in easily; the blood now staining my cheeks called to the surface from your slap calls your blood closer to mine