When we define striated musculature, the way all the waves of cord wrap around the fettered bone, a konami braid twisted into compact ropes of locomotion, we can compare to bone- a sharp spiral tower, ivory blush rising strong in a skeletal framework of gravity defying erection. When we carress caloused palm, ridge of rise of fleshy pad, the way the cushion is a spring a bouyant trampoline depressed, realeased, and bouncing back, we can contrast to nail- a shell deposit, a timid lingering of oceanic uncertainty, a hardness where other things are soft. They can slice the palm, cut open the delicate sunshine of a blister to reveal the brighter soreness of such an internal cavern; go deeper, go in, peel away the skin like the fur of a ripe fruit dripping and glistening little licks of gelatinous peach juice.
Wow. Amazing. What I wouldn't have given to have been in your head when you were coming up with this one! Nicely done. One small edit: where it says "gravity defying erection", I'd write it like this, with a dash, "gravity-defying erection".
Great wordplay, no cliche's, fantastic images, and an interesting concept. I'm really loving your style, and look forward to reading some more!