Orgasm...

The urge was too high to catch,
irresistible just like an itch.

I knew I couldn't take this anymore,
insatiable like a whore.

Of anxiety, my fingers shiver,
like the waves in the river.

But I had to hold on,
till I find myself alone.

For I can gratify only in solitude,
& I love this high altitude.

The scene plays back in my mind,
with my weapon in the quivery hand.

Up & down, In & out;
My hand dances with it.

The tremors go mild,
With my vision ultra wild.

Rigidly stays my organ.
Words out of none,
spills out through the pore,
thus ending the encore.

The feel of the pen
that pierces the papyrus.
Its my orgasm!!!!

First of all, let me say I just loved the way your mind waved and clinged before your eyes read the last three lines!!:D:D:P:P
And maybe it was too exagerrated;) but thats the way poetry are lead by..isn't it??

Finally..friends, this is my 50th post(actually I thought I wouldnot celebrate this 50..I should have done with the previous..yes 49!! afterall the difference of one?? thats making a lot of difference..isn't it?..so I would stick with my 49 theory;) and 99(if I stay that long!!though I don't see it..)