First, she guided me down.

I followed her taste to her center.

Plaisir de la mer.

I lapped at it until

She gifted me a shudder

As gentle as a fawn waking.

She declined a search 

For more from me

Instead, urging me to mount.

“Inside,” she said.

“Go inside.”

We joined.  We mingled.

Choirs sang the Angelus.

Tremors came on 

with shoot and clench.

Then a sweetness came on, then

A sweetness came on too.