What A Rush Poem by Jon M. Nelson

I start out smoothly and slowly glide,
There's no need to rush while I'm inside.
I feel the wetness as it surrounds me,
And I just let my inhibitions free.

I slowly begin to stroke as I move forward,
Gracefully penetrating without a word.
As I keep the perfect rhythm going,
I love the sensation as it is flowing.

Feeling the motion of this glorious action,
Gives me the most wonderful satisfaction.
As I thrust harder the sensation is beginning,
Oh, what a rush it is for me to go swimming.