The moment
That instance
When I first slide inside
Is a beautiful contradiction
It’s a clash
A collision of slow eased release
And sharp sudden burst
Clattering of tingles
A soothing of ranging want
It is a thunder storm of desire
The lightening of electrical lust
A rainbow of delight
The radiant spectrum of pleasures
It is loud
It’s silent
An explosion of fulfilled anticipation
The tranquil silence of stillness
Its harmony
A slow song
Soft. Slow. Seductive
A carnival
Frenzied. Exciting. Decadent
It is urgent and immediate
Yet
Unhurried and considered
The moment
That instance
When I first slide inside
Is a beautiful contradiction