ORGASM:

Memories of seventh heaven & that little hot death,

That place of visiting, upon the sighing of soft breath,

 Be it in love or playing of games, quirky & often kinky,

Garbed in skin of nothing, or in crimson, black & slinky.

 

Either multiple, quickie, in good company, or all alone,

Be it wherever, while out & about, or merely at home,

It is all done & dusted, in the past, gone & all over now,

Been there, done that, bragged, lied, just never ask how.

 

Now, comfort is the orgasm, of the ageing & the old,

Sippers & mugged cocoa, is the sum of what´s now bold,

The delicious heat in veins, is of warm hearth & fireside,

Passions of passing years, from the world, we now do hide.