Illustration: Reflections In a Dark Cloud by Anonymous

Silent Orgasm
By Jennifer Wilks Christian

he's already sleeping,
next to me
in the dark
when she draws me in.

heat calls my hands
to my golden, molten core
fingers sending sexual magma
burning through my blood
as my breath begins a gallop of horses.

stars fall through my body
in an orchestral
meteor shower

and I arrive:
startled and open
as an orange peacock.

in one ecstatic, eternal moment
I am wise beyond my years
beyond my form
and then,

I am new again.

my silent orgasm;
leaving me glowing
as a beacon in the night.

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