. . . for spacious skies . . .
for amber waves of grain
My hand, just moments ago turning tender pressure circles over my clit, freezes mid-motion while my brain – the part of my brain that thinks having an orgasm would be a grand idea – tries to reason out this sudden intrusion of notsosexy song.
America, The Beautiful? Really? NOW?!?
My singing-head-voice holds its silence at this question, so after a moment of concentrated breathing, I center my energy, concentrating on the ball of heat tightening behind my belly button and conjuring —
for purple mountain’s majesty
Oh, for fuck’s sake!
Stifling a laugh, I clench my my kegels in silent giggles at the ridiculousness of this pre-orgasmic patriotic mental concertina and press on – literally, pressing and stroking and teasing my swollen clit with firm fingers – figuring, What the hell, why not?
(It’s not like I haven’t gotten off in my share of strange ways before.)
above the fruited plain
I allow my thoughts to float, my memory conjuring vivid pictures that slide into crisp focus then fade, one into another. Silver-white sun, reflecting on glacial snow; dust devils rising behind combines on blue-hot summer afternoons; foamy waves crashing cool against a speckled-bright beach.
Color and sound and life – life, with all its vibrant introspective homogeneous variation reflected in nature – pulses behind my eyelids in full-spectrum beauty.
I don’t bother trying to control my runaway mental musicale. I just smile, feeling the blood pulse through my veins fierce and free, wondering what Katherine Lee Bates would think (somehow I think the word ‘rousing’ probably applies to her words, though it’s applicable here in quite a different context than she no doubt originally intended), and working my fingertips in a double-time dance to the slow four-four metronome metering my mind-music.
God shed His grace on thee
Oooh, the pad of my middle finger just slicked that perfect not-pain into the prickling swell of my clit. So if I just.press.HARDER…
and crowned thy good
Oh yes. Yes that’s it…
I push all the tension that’s been building in the center of my body OUT, placing the muscular resistance in my outer thighs, pushing it across my hips and up my lats, holding my breath until the tingles start in my nipples…
…and I feel the flush rise in my chest, pinking my freckled flesh hot, sensitizing my skin.
. . . SEAAAAAAA . . .