Overwhelmed Poem by James McLain

From this point forward it was all a blur.
She was like a two armed, 'octopus.
My senses were overwhelmed.
Was I even in the same room at this point?
I think so,
because there was one point,
where she was also searching for something
with the other hand.
And when she found it/it was a really strange
different kind of feeling,
almost like jelly being squeezed from a roll.
How can you try and explain it to me?
It was like she had some wand between
her forefinger and index
and she was just rolling it back and forth
between the two.
I suppose its between your lover’s other two.