Great Orgasmic Relief
By: Adam J. Rubenstein
May 2009
Her intergalactic jazz licks (my ear)
Smooth notes glide down my spine
The flood gates open
As fools rush in
Chilled by emotion
Gasping from within
It’s like atheists knock
With amethyst rocks
Throwing
These glowing stone around
Wind blows
As the temperature begins to incline
Earth moves
As our bodies intertwine
Fire burns as death lurks
Her climax, on the arise
Mountains crumble
Volcano’s burst
Taking flight,
Our bodies explode
Landing in an abrupt halt
With an aftershock jolt
Her eyes begin to roll
Sighs of relief
From this orgasmic defeat
Leave the legs weak
Lungs hard to breathe
And there’s no speech
After this great orgasmic relief
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