A lending hand

I love your ability to hold me for as long as our faces will melt together with sweat brewing between our cheeks. Your arms are wrapped tightly around me as silence comes between us and your heart beat is the only thing I can hear. The sound is comforting, but the rhythm is not what I'm used to. Each beat is followed by the next and its vibration utters stories of the past. I want to extend my arm, open my palm inside your body and grab all that I can. As quickly as I can, the warmth of my hand will indulge your meshed flesh as I extract it right out of your body. Removing the heaviness that has been built up inside, giving you a sense of weightlessness.