my orgasms and you poetry





when i am alone

i write you poems

on the coattails

of my orgasms



as they drag

my thoughts

through

a fantasy

to your bed



the poems

are blue prints

with the emphasis on indigo

for entanglements

of lips and hips



i pour out the orgasms

as if they were cocktails

intoxicated by the image

of your flesh



documenting them

with poems

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