What’s it like?
You may ask
When a woman is
teetering on the edge
of orgasmic ecstasy
and insanity spilling
all of her euphoric nectar
only meant for the lips of gods
For some
It’s far too long since
those feelings raced through their form
It saddens me that still others
have never felt the bliss
Yet for my love
It’s that moment she inhales
and time stops
The only thing she hears
Is the thundering sound
Of her own heartbeat
As the blood rushes through her body
Like being surrounded and
relentlessly pounded
by crashing waves in a raging sea
One of lust and breathlessness
In the throws of
intense passion and revelry
