the brimming lake beneath the storm
drips—

each drop a slosh

each slosh a wave

each wave a crack—

the levy splinters,

bends and breaks—

the concrete dam of self-control

against the pressure gives at last—

my waters pour and flood
the valley of my blooming mind

with sexy-happy chemicals

and drown me in my ecstasy—

my toes to curl, my throat to cinch

around my trademark lustful sigh—

my pelvic muscles to contract

so pleasantly, again, again, again…