That Moment
Form: Free Verse
Her hands in vice like grip
wrap around my wrists
my tendons throbbing as she holds
me down beneath her
and like the gathering clouds
the storm of her passion
thunders in lightning flashes
and then comes the rain
as I wish she wouldn’t tickle me
©JGFarmer2022
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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Jezzie G 
I love the line, “and then comes the rain” because it sounds like it’s supposed to be relieving point of the story, when really the rain is often not a good thing in literature. What did you mean by the last line?
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Thank you
Yes in this sense the rain is symbolically the relief. The last line is simply saying for some people tickling really doesn’t work as foreplay, even though the intent behind it is erotic.
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Ooohhhhhh!!!
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