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