Hot Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I almost thought I could hear
a quenching hiss at each thrust
the next, deeper than the last
never thinking to shield myself from the onslaught
it was impossible to negate
it did not slow,
coming faster and stronger
in the depths of my shrinking sanity
I saw you grapple with yourself
not to end the filling of my subtle world
trying to flood through some invisible barrier
lightning arched violently silver and blue
the very walls seemed to melt and flow right before
a white light swallowed everything in a wordless cry.