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it starts with a nagging tug.
my muscles swell.
my leg muscles contract.
my heart beats hard
I bite my lip or purse them so as not to yell out.
the small spongy washboard inside me,
on top inside, it contracts and hurts a little.
it's a marvelous small ache
the more you abrade it
the more you tease it with friction
the more lubricious i become.
when you go deeper and faster
i can tell i'm going to
I tense up.
i hold my breath
and my heart beat gets so loud
and my pulse gets so strong
and when i finally breathe
the waterfall comes
I keep moving because i don't want it to stop
it tumbles over me and drags me out of my mind like rolling down a soft hill
landing out of breath and looking up towards the slope that caused it
my legs are wobbly like a newborn colt
i'm weak and tingly
and ready to make another trip
as i drip
from the last ride
8/18/2006 12:13 pm
Very nice ... *S*|
9/7/2006 7:51 am
No line by line explication or need to know where |
the poet is coming from. Pure fantasmic reading.
I look forward to future posts.