originally written 12-27-2010
A drop turned into a flow in thee.
As pain now equated ecstasy.
Movement slowed to a rhythmic beat.
Nerves feeling tense but oddly free.
The Body wondering how could this be.
Intrigued by what was inside of me.
Becoming one was unforeseen.
Panting, wiping, sweating fluidly.
Joy only comes from release.
A puddle, mess, or a couple of leaks.
Now, but forgotten only in speak.