It starts in a secret angle,

hand-felt and pressed, progresses
to skin touches sent out, listings
and groans tower into self, passion’s
fashions of hands and mouth senses
defenses purged, squirms about;
breathing has hardened, core’s heat
aches to be shaken, shift the movement,
searing white-hot! Relent not!

It slows with moaning softening,
clenching fast, relinquish the victory,
release in smiling and stretchings.

And it ends in satiated angles, on top of the sheets.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/21/03