Are We Touching Butts?

A heat rock but soft.
A thing that will oft
Raise chamber like saber toward heaven aloft.

A comforting curve,
A dumbfounding urge
Connected when tension with joy comes to merge.

Surprising behind
My back was the feel
Of something I figured too great to be real.

(Embodiment of
Profundity lent
From oddly an awesomely smallish event.)

Provided by you:
A provender-soul
You've proven to dole-out through infinite roll.

A laugh can ensure
The purely inane
Can be an occurrence I'll never constrain.