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
From the book Chapped Lap by Frank Moore, published by Inter-Relations.