a poem about what controls the animal inside every woman.
Hidden from view,
Electric to his touch.
She tries to ignore its needs,
Applying herself to other charges.
It yearns for discharge,
The insatiable hunger presses her into contact.
Her world becomes a volcano,
Sweet magma beneath her surface.
Her lips translating,
She swoons as the contact grows,
Her only want being for release.
It wants more, but still feels a lack,
Begging as she nears insanity.
Her release like a tidal wave,
His head dripping from the flood.
As this violent storm passes he gasps for breath,
Both still wanting more.