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 cellular 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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