Ode to my Orgasm

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A farewell to what I'll not have unless it serves Sir's will
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Oh! My dearest Orgasm! the sacred release which unites nearly all living beings,
Your spiritual catharsis quiets my mind and stills my body into utter bliss,
Into a dreamless sleep unto the billowy clouds.
Do you know how irresistible you are, beloved Orgasm?
You are both the ultimate constriction of sexual tension yet the undoing of it all at once.
How overpowering you are, my cherished champion, the euphoric agony you liberate at last!

Darling, Orgasm, if you only understood the glimpse of perfection that you are,
Do others realize your endless value? Your sights and sounds are nary forgotten.
You don’t judge, but provide the current for the circuit with no question.
My unapologetic Giver of pleasure, Taker of moans, pants, and screams!
You are an active geyser, a fountain overflowing with satisfying elation,
The denouement to my most favored story.

At your arrival, Muscles spasm, I tremble at your very approach,
Heartbeat quickening, Beads of sweat forming upon my furrowed brow,
Goosebumps along my skin with such definition, and you, relentless Orgasm, persist!
Breath quickening, becoming shallower as you get closer to me, Your eager prey.
Nether regions swell and grow in sensitivity, prized Treasure,
A rush of your rhythmic contractions take over me.

I’ve heard it said that sex is not an exam, You, Orgasm, are not a requirement to pass!
The final destination on a journey, with countless meanderings.
You are an eternal flame that will never go out,
La petite mort, the little death, but alas,
I remain exempt from the risks of passion.
I wait in anticipation of a sunrise that is nary a guarantee.

Our friendship continues from a distance, Your zen replaced with a constant hunger,
An unending ache. The torturous buildup leading to the paroxysms of pleas.
The ever-growing need, my frustration steals away my inhibitions!
This obsession of mine has become primal.
I will do anything to see the sun rise, to rest easy into a well-deserved detumescence.
Oh! Orgasm, your absence highlights my undying gratitude.

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the Orgasm responds,

Yes dear lady, I know how you love me. I am so pleased you welcome my arrival. Yes, there is sexual contact without me, but of such little consequence. For those who await my arrival and hunger for release, may I suggest a single finger or two will awaken me from my purgatory and I will rush headlong to answer your needs. Hoping to meet you on the field of battle soon, I remain, your Orgasm!

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