culmination

It was fluttering felt deep inside

an urge.

It was a need, a desire.

To be held down,

To be claimed

And ravished by

Someone beloved.

The urge for sex,

To wanton gasps at

Self-pleasure.

Whispering names of a

Imaginatory lover.

Its slippery,

Slick,

As arousal causes you to seek out

A mate.

More whispering of the names.

you think of scenes,

illicit desires to experience hopefully

in the reality of life.

And,

All of a sudden,

A firework of ecstasy

Overwhelms your wrung-out frame,

A crash of hormones,

A sudden drop from the intensity

Of your erotic touches.

All too tender now,

electrifying,

Your groin twitching.

And you think again,

Wondering in your mind about the thought

Of becoming

A mate