I began with a slow movement of hand-
Much like a breeze of air touching a woman's hair.
Then, I roughly fastened and the rhythm began to change-
Much like a rabbit running for its life.
Then, again, I touched it harder and harder again.
A lot more pressure I put into it-
Much like a strong handshake from a mountaineer.
Harder and harder... harder again,
Until something started to come:
White and glorious... a decent act!
Much like a Greek athlete's victorious chant.
But after that (a second or so),
I could not feel anything but regret.
Even though I will do it again
Sooner or later... tomorrow or so