She was my cylcone and my dragon,
my blonde, blue-eyed thrill,
and there were curves enough
as I moved,
in the world of sighs
to rise and rise
and wait
for the downward
ecstasy of thighs,
and flash and blur,
beyond my climb
to a land of
sweet surprise.
Dennis Lambert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-rollercoaster/
