A Field day

The blades of grass lay dormant till the heated ray pass

They shiver the sleepiness off, woken by the humidity.

The drizzle of scented oil lubricates, which enhance the heat between the thighs

Thunder and lightening aroused waiting for the crack of the clouds.

The wall expands growing massive, silky and smooth to the touch

The rough and ready is ready; to even things out.

Finger tips circle the rim heighten whispers begin

The straw is dangled over the equator teasing and stroking

Watching and waiting for the right seconds, timing is the key

Sucking, sipping the drippings, salty, thirsty work, then a delicate pulling; working to a gulp.

The straw stops a moment because the cheek expands and burps.  The giggling and gurgling gases bubbles and swirl.  The volcanic lather is flowing rapidly, is it about to erupt?

The sensation reaches every corner; giving that heighten balance

Oil and sweat mixed together pours from every pore.

The tightening and releasing of water it’s ready for that final flick

The straw plunges into the middle making sure it reach.

Bobbing up and down in the liquid feeling all its sides.

Heighten sensation surroundings held in for dear life.

Contractual convulsion’s gripe like a vice

Shouting out and swirling for the world wind prize.

The blades of grass are parted; sprinkled all over with dew

Waiting and yawning for the next storm to pass through.

Revised 22.8.08