Indulging a Fantasy

Folding dried towels, I think of you again,
my head rolls, fire burns under the navel,
juices flow and the mind is numbed into trance.
You move your fantastic hands so fluidly,
no awkward twitch, our liquids blend,
as winding snakes swirl into a helix.
Thumps from below, now you have taken over,
I am drugged by the illusion,
dragged to the verge and up and up,
short breaths and glottal stops reach up and over,
to pound me rigid in a rhythm, then tingle.
A manic laugh breaks through
this hum of dreamed ecstacy with you.