A Song in the Key of “O”


It follows unbridled passion
and an umlauted pleasure.
It prefaces and punctuates.
With exclamation and dull sound
a precursor to the rest of our lives.
It so often peaks our narrative
when we are seeking plateau.
It ends the lustful endeavor
opening vulnerable paths forward.
We have hope in the hollow hum
of inglorious song
to build a chorus of harmonious hearts.
Displeasure prolongs while we compose
in the key of an orgasm.

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