orgasm

my words are your orgasm
i speak them as you tremble
you lust to read the next chapter
you ache and moan and your boy toy is beside you
waiting for his need to be fulfilled
your toy
that's all he ever was
you could look at him with awe but you knew his home was your bedroom
your boudoir, your sanctuary
you let him in with cheap wine and a spliff
the ativan helped too
you'd be at it for hours
breaking into each other, crashing on the waves against the rocks
she would leave in the morning and you lingered around
lazy, unjust, still sweating from the night before
you could taste her lip gloss on your mouth still
well, the lip gloss that was still on her mouth
whatever was left of it
again, my words are your orgasm
tremble, lust, ache and moan
outer space never felt so heavenly
the angels in your ears
the ringing of your libido
good night, and that was all she said before she turned you off
into the storm, into the night, into the lust
but never forgotten

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