The viscera stirs and senses around.
Its caution furls. It makes no sound.
its building urge leads it aground
muscled thighs

Sensuous twists, tensing then sighs.
Grasping close fists. Open palms now align.
Murmurs, hisses, gasps, ahhs and eyes
half-open, cries,

"O"

Sated, falls back, breathes deeply and sighs.
Caution returns and senses retire.
'til the next mind passes and hopes to entwine
It eases down to its torpor.