Fat of the face dropping away from bone

Like a butcher cutting away the meat

Slick with salt

Eyes like glass marbles

The pupils darting to catch his eye

As he only glances from a hallowed stare

Dripping sweat

The way he bites down on his lip

Nostrils flaring with one last thrust 

His heartbeat imprinting into his chest

Like a stamp

Tell tale sign of his exertion

Maybe of his desire

Certainly of his passion