rings of orgasms

 

 

rub me deeply into you

lose myself into you

rub my cock, hard or soft,

on your pleasure bone,

feeling hairy prickling pleasure

clicking up the intensity

deep inside by balls,

a deep laugh is tickling

its way from deep inside my belly,

a heart sob is pushing outward from my throat.

rings of orgasms,

each melting into the next...

not climaxes...

not charlie horse ends

with a shared cigarette...

but a daisy chain of orgasms

everlasting, neverending.

smell your skin

breathe you deeply into me.

suck me deeply so i am now a part of you,

so we are no more,

so we are one body

rubbing melting skin

goose bumps chills skin orgasms.

orgasm is death within pleasure

where control...even who we are...

vanishes,

and we float skin rubbing at

the heart of the universe,

our combined body orgasm pumping out

visions and dreams and life and light.

within the rings of orgasm,

we are the universal heart

pumping magic,

nursing everything.

we were conceived within orgasm.

we were brought into this world

within the birth orgasm.

we were nursed from mother’s orgasm.

we will go out in the orgasm of death.

live within,

dream within,

love within

the rings of orgasm.

rub me deeply into you

lose myself into you

rub my cock, hard or soft,

on your pleasure bone,

feeling hairy prickling pleasure

clicking up the intensity

deep inside by balls,

a deep laugh is tickling

its way from deep inside my belly,

a heart sob is pushing outward from my throat.

rings of orgasms,

each melting into the next...

 

© 1993 Frank Moore

 

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