First, she guided me down.
I followed her taste to her center.
Plaisir de la mer.
I lapped at it until
She gifted me a shudder
As gentle as a fawn waking.
She declined a search
For more from me
Instead, urging me to mount.
“Inside,” she said.
“Go inside.”
We joined. We mingled.
Choirs sang the Angelus.
Tremors came on
with shoot and clench.
Then a sweetness came on, then
A sweetness came on too.