Tumble

Feelings only read about in books and imagined in measured amounts.
Your mouth finds mine
and you place your hands down
and they rush in at once.
Ah.
This would be it, then.
Roll.
Sigh.
Shift.
Press.
Pause.
Gasp.
And then you are lost to it.
Exultant feelings are shared.
Dominion is won.
A vague feeling passes that redfaced looks and shy conversations loom.
But that is for tomorrow.
Shove.
Press.
Arch.
Lift.
Sigh.
Flow.
And inwardly, you sing.