Tuesday Poem by Iquo DianaAbasi

the smell of earth before heavy
downpour, the heat rising to
give way to impending showers

then…

the seductive smell of clumped earth
after a purposeful rain

I never could make out which was better

the rush of longing before a coupling,
the pleasure of deliberate foreplay;
of hands, lips and teeth familiarizing.

and then…

the satiation that follows soon after,
the shudders and panting in
post conversational bliss

I never could make out which was better