Multiple Orgasms

  O is for Oxygen The lungs that expand and collapse, O is for Oxymoron, The paradoxes, the rain and the sun, In one weather forecast. O is for the Orange, The marmalade moments, Bittersweet, mushy and, O is for Operation Second Coming,   How Oz, taught you that, Love is like the Melbourne weather,…

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A Near Orgasm To Flute Music

Down the holes of the flute Escapes the wind from the flutist’s mouth Crafting a sensual passage of whistling wood.  As the sound of music takes mercurial notes And adorns them with magnitude, Making me forget the ticking clock, The pacing heartbeat, and the drumbeats Of a hungry abdomen. As I move into my own…

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La Petite Mort (Orgasm)

In French, a little death, is an orgasm. A phenomenon that encroaches on you, colonizes you, Saturates you, levitates you, Until a time bomb explodes through the little cracks That impact on another. It pops like corn kernels In a microwave or volcanoes bursting out lava. It summons like the outer perimeter of a black…

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O is for Oleander

I stroked her body, with satin finesse Climbed in and out, with a resolute strain by me. The rush of blood was purifying, the roar of the lungs Was louder than a palpitating chamber, The candle wax burnt through an hourglass, Until there was no flame to extinguish. And her body was like a yellow…

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O

Demand and supply has relevance To the commerce of man and woman A fiery encounter when you split Fire, pleasure and vibration, to take her to the cosmic orbitals She wants you to. O is a letter in the alphabet A vowel that can be slipped through In rolled tongue, blown in rolled lip curvature…

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Orgasm

The kite and the wind Beautiful partners, in the choreography Of matter and medium. Flesh and drift. They dance like there’s no tomorrow In somersaults and flips And when the wind gathers speed The kite dances stronger And the thread hangs on to the tension Knowing how steep the final climb is, to heaven, And…

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Orgasm

Love is not a serving of affection It is the flood, the savage whitewater That swamps you, and takes you for a ride Like Noah’s ark in floodwater And she will take you to places You never imagined existed. Like a little Cathedral with a nave and shrine A holy place for a pilgrim. Where…

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