I lay here aching
For this being inside
To explode something chronic
A release I must hide.
Throughout the ages
Regardless of spouse
I’ve maneuvered, fiercely wrested
As quiet as a mouse.
Sweating buckets, distorted
Positioning prime
To gross adventures forgiven
It’s questioning time.
Bit of a visual
Imaginative and true
Scent, touch, my mouth waters
Ignition, combust to caress is to fuel.
My goodness: a riot of colour,
A glorious beating, a phenomenal choir
Wave after wave - be careful - I’m drowning in
My own very personal, felicitous quagmire.
The after effects are sometimes the goal
A deliciousness that permeates
A quietly controlled fall
Into a slumber profound, as I dream of my mate
Once more to relive our last movie, our date.
Kerry Bridges