Orgasmic Meditation -Henry

His touch was so light,
that my body rose, in shaking gasps,
to bring my clit closer to his forefinger.

And earthquakes spread across my body.

He pushed the tip of his thumb inside,
and my vagina gripped and vibrated round his finger.

I was resting my hand on his back, and I felt him shake.

Goosebumps arose on my arms.
I wondered if I was cold.
Then I felt the heat:
rising from my womb,
shaking in my stomach
arising off my skin.

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This is a poem about Orgasmic Meditation. To learn more about this practice, you can read my post about One Taste.