Behind Closed Doors

It’s a main squeezer, tense-bellied teaser
Pushing the tainted pleasure-receiver;
Curl your toes, you white-eyed believer,
And widen your stance: this one’s a heaver.

You issue a gasp, or maybe a sigh–
A moaning reminder why you’re tense-thighed–
Or maybe a groan, a prayer to the sky:
A mantra in tongues, in curses and cries.

It’s starting to surface, rumbling within,
A sign that something is coming again.
Abdomen-tensing, the room starts to spin;
Chin up and tensed up, release can begin.

It’s a main-squeezer, and surely a rush,
Lacking all lust but still bringing a blush;
Some easy breathing should bring down face-flush,
So pull up your pants. Remember to flush.

~Michael Danger Caskey