Escapes At The Most Inopportune Times Poem by Lorene Kinsey

Escapes at the most inopportune times
Like a river from inside me, takes me first
By surprise wondering what I might
Have done that I should be embarrassed by
Then hot and sticky, I smile, question my
Last thought, hmm, what was it?
Anything in particular? Or just the thought
Of you and the desires you make constantly
Known to me. Cannot remember
In my life such a rush, gush, come over me
So frequently and without intention
-out of my control.