Orgasms - JXL

«Orgasms»

By Julian Lozano

Copyright 2015

It starts with a tease to charm and appease

Our inner need to bark like a varmint, a beast

At the starlet our heart has been targeting, see

This part’s like an artist who markets his piece

Start to deceive.

Playing roles like LARPing, indeed

We ache.

We’re so ashamed to show parts of our being

That are imperfect.

We made a home on scars, and the team

Won’t work.

It’s unsustainable.

She hardens the «D»

Unarguably, they’ll do the whole deed

They’re removing clothing.

Now, their booty’s showing

It’s a beautiful scene.

There is room to blow steam

Oxytocin’s a potion no pharmaceutical beats

The lubing Yoni is ready to receive

You can bet he’s not intending on the spreading of his genes

But she’s wet and hot in bed and wants to get the cum and seed

Caressing, sucking teats.

Comfortably, begin the fucking, please

Never thrusting deep right at the beginning

Yes, the cunt he eats like it was spaghetti

Getting busy like a bumble bee thighs are up and spreading

Fluids are flooding me like it was a levy

That is ready to be breakin'.

Collecting in her basin

Is plenty lubrication the sexy mood is sacred

The jade stem is placed in;

begins illumination

That means he put his penis in so, the rest of you relate, then

Embracin' and kissin'.

The pace and the rhythm’s

Gonna shake and awaken what’s latent and hidden

Loving’s open for business.

They clipped the ribbon

And, they may rip the linen.

Now, they’re changin' positions

And they switch it

Now, their heart’s beating fast.

They’re hotter

And they’re really parched need a glass of water

And, they’re feeling sardine-attached

It’s good for their health like parsley and grass

The arms reach.

The back is scratched

He’s sliding it in you, miss.

Energies are coinciding within.

You kiss

Feeling the building up and the cup’s filling up

It’ll come spilling providing the stimulus

Eyes are rollin' to the back of his skull

Yes, the climax is the goal

They’re feeling whole;

attached at the soul, oh

She arches her back and explodes, woah!

We are in the climax, babe

Hoping that it might last days

But you know it’s fleeting

Enjoy the moment;

being

Look into my eyes and taste

Na-Na-Na-Na (X whatever)

(Orgasms, Orgasms, Orgasms, Or-gasms)

Now, they start saying obvious shit

Like: «it feels so good!»

they’re accomplishing bliss

When they’re knockin' them hips, and they’re lockin' them lips

And they’re not gonna risk getting off of this ship

They’re offered a gift.

They’ll enjoy it.

Coyness

Does not exist- they destroyed it.

Boisterous

Moaning and groaning, and «OH-ing» unfolding

They’re flowing and showing their voices noises

Ahh, it is so visceral how they are locked, and the circuit is closed

Forget the clock.

It’ll go tickin' slow.

Circuit from crotch to the occipital

Freakin' lobe.

Cock right in your twat.

They are a sex machine like a robot

They forgot to stop.

Their subconscious got them launchin' off like a cosmonaut.

Oh god!

On top she climbed.

Rocking and twisting him in a knot, a bind

That’s not gonna limit him.

He will not recline

It’s god that is filling them when their bods collide

And they got entwined in a cosmic mind

The feeling is something that you cannot define

Euphoric explorin' and every thought subsides

Soaring in orbit and yes, the rocket’s primed

Hop on top and ride like I’m Genuine

We’ve exemplified sexy time is the best when the breath is timed

She stretches like plow pose.

It’s sexercise

I guess he might plow slow and caress her sides

Til' she orgasms.

Breathe and her core spasms

There’s more that is explored and it’s deep into her chasm

Then she lies back.

He’s in a light trance

They’re right at the line.

They’re reaching the climax