Ticking Time Bomb Poem by Amy Ormonde

My heart it races
Quickly paces
opening up doors to many new places

I watch as i tremble
shake with grief
as the ticking time bomb
gets ready to release

I can feel it pumping
gradually jumping
taking off in a heat filled function

Its tired
and draining

what did i do
I cant help but explain it

it was a crime of love
a passion of hate

but what could i do
with no time to debate

we jumped on eachcother
like a rainstorm with thunder

our bodies colliding
in a heat so inviting

or passion uncontrolled
as we started to flow

the juices of love
so delicately flowing
as the pleasure between us keeps steadily growing

and then all
of a sudden
the time bomb explodes

releasing
a pleasant noise
of kisses and moans.