Just the thought
Causes aftershocks
When I think there is no higher plane
I am taken to a new Nirvana
where once what I thought was nothing
turns out to be a lot,
and I have a new definition of empty
and full
I can’t live without you
Well, at the very least
I go insane
I hate to spend a day without you
after spending the years, years apart
wherein I was misinformed
that pleasure was wrong
It took some work to feel you again
The first new provider
took three hours
to make me cum three times
which was a vast improvement
don’t get me wrong,
but since then I’ve come so far
I’ve literally had hundreds of thee,
my sweet O’s
play across my body in a matter of hours.
You know. You were there.
Your presence is delightful,
Makes me glow from head to toe
I am never so beautiful
As I am after your visits
Whether alone or with a provider
Can I be completely honest with you?
Can I trust you with my deepest secret?
To me, people are merely orgasm providers
and I hate them all
with the contempt I would compare
to that of a master toward a slave.
Yet I love them
when they give me what I need
and what I need. . .
what I need is you.
I need the eyes tightly shut
Toe curling
Hair pulling
Muscle clenching
Muffled screaming
Hand biting
Fierceness and
Hatred
of your presence.
Foreplay like slapping my veins
Prepping me for the bump
To overload my senses
Until I’m blind from the sensation
Gasping
Eyes rolling back in my head
Dying
Savagely
In your vicious arms
The work it takes to find you
Is so worth the way you make me feel
I’ve had to squeeze a lot of limp cocks,
Pretend to be attracted to stinking trolls
And listen to gooey caramelized words of live
From a lot of sad women with dicks
Just to taste your fingers on my flesh
But oh, it is the definition of bliss
When we come together
It is where we are meant to be
It is what awaits me after this life
It is a taste of heaven
and heaven implies death
Death implies pain
Pain is suffering
Suffering is sweat
Swest is work
I work hard
Flexing every new muscle I discover
Pumping pushing pulling
Concentrating on every movement,
Focused on all six senses
And when I’m in the zone,
I’m there, I’ve got it all working for me
The sounds of slippery skin
Shallow breaths
The salty smells of sweat and semen
Taste of mixed sexes
The touch,
I’ve been touched so many ways
Soft, shaking hands have felt my skin
But I prefer a stronger stroke, a slap,
Bite, squeeze
Hard thrusts, fast and deep
I see the occasional sightings of silhouettes
But mostly swirling colors on a background
of pulsing black white and red
While my nerve endings connect to my brain
On a higher plane of existence.
It’s delicious and I can’t get enough.
You are my drug of choice
and you will kill me just the same as
heroin or vampires
or dark chocolate
Anything that’s worth doing
is gonna make you die faster
and I’m okay with that.
You, orgasm, are my preview
of whatever lies beyond mortality
I fear you as I revere you
You are my queen,
and I, a servant to your whim
No one can love me like you can
and so it is you I will live with
and you I will die with
O, Orgasm
To you and you only
I surrender