The Weighty Mystery Poem by Zyw Zywa

He comes in me, I am open
and soft, there's a storm rising
Helplessly I bob in the flood
over the still empty earth

I'm afraid of being hurt
and going to bleed inside
I even might pass away
yet I feel peace

Deep within me, deeper and deeper
the waves rise and roll
They ravish me, massage me
and unfold my inner body

They reveal more and more
skin inside me, they lift me
with sweet convulsions
until I flood

and no longer have an exterior
absorbed in the beautiful power
of his warm, living buttocks
and then the weighty mystery

of his balls and the birdie
growing in my hand, coming in me
I melt into a quivering plasma
in the colours of the rainbow