Discovery

My first orgasm

Discovery

I knew what it felt like before I knew what it was
Climbing a rope I discovered quite accidentally
One day in early grade school gym class
The pinnacle of my sexuality

I'd never experienced such a feeling before
Such exquisite, tingling sensations
A gradual crescendo then sweet release
Of millions of rhythmic pulsations

When this button is pressed between petals of flesh
A deep throbbing inundates
Repeatedly shooting up down and around
Arousing a most primal of female states

Therefore began at such early an age
A curiosity that could not be denied
Even at this innocent a stage
I knew where my pleasure lie

I learned very quickly this new-found phenomenon
I could easily replicate
Multiple times and in quick succession
The Art of the Masturbate

Now surely something so utterly euphoric
Had to have a name
The word this forbidden pleasure belongs to
Unfortunately became shrouded in shame

I kept my discovery a secret
In Catholic upbringing such things were a sin
But that didn't stop my from stealing away
To experience a slice of heaven

Every chance I got, alone I would be
To release this tender tension
Then one day my Dad caught me!
Oh! The mortification!

So embarrassed, I cast my eyes downward
I'll never forget the words he would say
That this thing that I was doing to myself
Would cause me hurt one day

But I did not know what he meant by that
Such pleasure now meant guilt and shame
Yet it made this taboo that much more appealing
So I continued to engage again

Now the seed had been firmly sown
A tug-of-war now battled within
Between the Madonna and the Whore complex
Between chastity and sin

So fascinated with what my body could do
Such control that I was in
I yearned to experience so much more
Guess which one would win...