Mangled Tsunami Pie

He crashed into her.
A rogue wave of
tsunami proportions
that tilted her world
of mundane things
on to a razor-sharp axis
of would be, could be
and should have done.
The heat of friction
bubbled up from toes to belly.
Satanic skin of sensations
muddled into jelly
before her very eyes.
The tempting thoughts
trickled down her thighs
in a quiver of embarrassed pride
that she could not contain.
The mundane of dishes
and dirty laundry,
manners and dinners,
homework on Monday nights
sound asleep with the TV light 
buzzing in her brain…
None of it compared
to the rogue wave
that mangled her womanly core.
She wanted more,
and more,
until she said
   “Fuck it, I’m done.”