I close my eyes
and breathe,
moist air,
heavy,
intoxicating,

I lie in bed
and wait,
anxiously,
ardently,

A gust of wind
I hug my pillow

I hold my breath
and feel it,
lingering,
looming,

coming closer

then,
it starts
lightly,
teasingly,

then,
slowly,
it intensifies
faster,
harder,

Suddenly
it's all over
enveloping,
replenishing,

For that moment
it's my world,
i see nothing else
hear nothing but

then,
with new momentum
it gets wilder
becomes wanton

such force,
such energy,

it's too much
pounding,
thudding,
satiating,

I can't breathe

Then,
at an intense peak
the apex of its rage
it explodes,
thunderously,

releasing pent up energy
diminishing its power
to a gentle rhythm

slowly,

gripping stuff - turns you on, leads you in; takes you up & sets you down ever so gently !
really like it !

RuuDie:

gripping stuff, !really like it !

So do I, though the poet could have been referring to a number of things e.g. a wave, the eye of a hurricane, a sand storm e.t.c.

Still, I Like.

@ Topic

she's most probably talking about sex. Getting head, specifically.

@ poster: disabuse me if you will.

the poem's quite nice sha. And I agree with you. Cunnilingo can be quite a psychedelic experience.

Olowoaiye:

@ Topic

she's most probably talking about sex. Getting head, specifically.

@ poster: disabuse me if you will.

the poem's quite nice sha. And I agree with you. Cunnilingo can be quite a psychedelic experience.

I thought it might be sex or having a guy go down on her, but I didn't want to be vulgar.