She let out a muffled scream,
of passion and emotion,
thoughts rushing through her mind,
of restrained but freeing motion.

Making feeling paramount,
not intellect, was the aim.
Hand, face, feet all blurred,
She couldn't herself tame.

Of gentle flicking,
of mad thrusting,
of soft caressing,
of violent pounding.

She couldn't concentrate,
on the thoughts and things,
which flapped its butterfly wings,
all of which rapture brings.

With painful sounds of pleasures more,
with broken dreams and powers galore,
with shredded pains and children four,
she held him crazy, knowing what's in store.

And in the process of going
and coming, to the point,
She lay back on the ashes,
of her dreams disjoint!