Orgasm
It starts with the lightest of touch,
Soft pressure, slow circles and such.
Quick flicks with the finger or tongue is how,
To build moist anticipation of what I want now.
My heart beat quickens, my breathing fast,
I change it up often so this sensation will last.
Harder and faster I increase the pace,
The intense pleasure shows on my face.
My lower body tingles, my muscles tight,
Release of this frustration is in sight.
Muscles spasm, my body jerks,
This is how an orgasm works.
My body relaxes, hot juices ooze out,
I lay there satisfied, wet and worn out.
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