Day 709 - From Beneath

It rises up from beneath,
While you're deep asleep,
A roaring growl, or simple squeal,
It races down in a ferocious gale,
There's no stopping at the tiny hole,
Too much force, it just lets go,
It ruffles the sheets,
Bends and kneads through the heat,
Finding a space, it seeps on through,
Musking the air without a cue,
My lover nearby will wake to find,
A smiling face, enjoying flavors of mine.