His Roar

lion-roar

I love it all

The quickening intensity

The drop in the pitch of his voice

The flexing of muscles

The dilation of black swallowing blue

The tautness that begins in his cheeks and spreads to his mouth

But most of all

At the culmination

I love his roar

The final, primal pronouncement

That he is man

And I am woman.

It is the sound of power and claiming

And intimacy and lust

And joining flesh and hearts.

It is his roar

And when it fills my ears

I soar.