O is for Orgasm

Toys, big boys and fingers full of joy

Parade in naked dance to delight

A girl’s fancy in dark, hot night

When body aches to some sex enjoy.

Prone to calm waves’ wet motion

Amid many moans which betide

Mounting pleasure-pressure inside,

A woman treasures sincere emotion.

Thoughtless men have their way.

But women’s paths lie on a cloud

Of thought which is never allowed

To the mind, body or heart betray.

So innocent, we submit to nature’s law

Which dictates all rules corporeal

And judges things fancied or real.

Fingered as guilty, we rub ourselves raw.

But whether condemned or absolved

Of crimes against inhumanity,

Our natural needs restore sanity

When lust and love become involved.

Courting pleasure and oft times peril,

Lovemaking for women can be a trial,

An ordeal of sex-hunger and self-denial.

But tame beasts pale against ones feral.

Working wonders with wanton wands,

Women strike well deep and divine

In ploughed furrows life-waters sublime.

Gushing giver of love-life, she commands!

Stroke, breathe, push, relax to refresh

Once more the growing well inside

The Garden of Delight lying beside

A wanton world of sin and sex flesh.

Birth of notion comes to new life

From dormant dreams delayed.

It’s cause for celebration played

Out by clandestine lover or wife.

Tears, our feminine waterworks,

Wash, bathe, renew and heal

What seems wrong as we feel

Heat from our own sex fireworks.

Spent, but pleased to be whole,

We calmly lie once more

Basking naked on a far shore

Where waves of love forever roll.