By N. Urja
(to keep the formatting of the first poem intact, we have added it as an image)
Not a minute too soon
Six Orgasms
Any day that I wish now,
I can treat myself to at least
six orgasms
to make up for the six years
in which I faked
sixty orgasms —
one every six weeks or so —
to satiate your
asexual aspirations
of being a sexually proficient
husband.
At times a sharp hot jab,
often a soft curling purr,
always wave after wave of crippling
delight that I denied myself
for so long but no more.
Sorry mother,
but if you intended
for me to be religious
you ought not have insisted
that reading be a part
of my edification.
You bang those plates
with the curious neighbours
and make excuses if you must
Back in my unbigoted bed
I entitle myself to at least
six orgasms.
