MORE BANG FOR MY BUCK.

There’s never been an orgasm
That hasn’t seen
Me wanting more after hunting for it.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m never left
Longing for additional love,
For more passion to be fastened to it;

Or ever found time has been wasted,
Or been impatient whilst baiting it;
I’ve always felt that my butter melted well,

Whether the getting was greatly enhanced
By the dance of arousal,
Or swiftly achieved knocking knees in the street,

It’s just the end result can sometimes
Come and go too quickly,
Be over before I’ve truly appreciated its details,

And I’m left without breath, and a heart beat
That restarted on impact,
And a feeling that I needed to slow the moment down;

To be really grounded by the wires that fire
Every time she crosses them
And I’m flooded with her love to the extent that I sluice

And almost lose consciousness
In the mass of arms and legs
And lips and the stickiness that drips off her skin,

And a yearning for the length
Of my ending
To be pinned to the beginning again.