- Erotic Poetry
- Orgasmic Meditation -Rob
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My whole body is pulsating. My stomach is contracting and releasing, and my upper body is rising and falling.
I’m oscillating, going towards sensation and then away.
Rob’s body curves like a taut bow; my pinky is tingling.
To let him breath, to ground us, I exhale. With jerky shudders, my chest returns to the floor.
Vertebrae by vertebrae, Rob’s spine straightens. Breath. My orgasm pours into him.
I contract my pussy around his thumb, teasing him. He throws his head back, and gives me a long down stroke, and I’m flooded, shaking and shuddering in orgasm.
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This poem describes orgasmic meditation. To learn more about this practice, please read my post about One Taste.
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