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Compress A Hundred Orgasms
Loud rock music in the midnight steamy air,
Beer bottles and lust in the city,
Girls dance on barroom tables
And sway sweetly beneath streetlights;
Everyone is intoxicated with joy and desire,
Trying to live a thousand dreams in a single night,
Trying to compress a hundred orgasms
Into the excitement of a few happy movements of breath.
More often than not, we get the straightjacket life,
Insults and painful insinuations, the cutting knife,
The gloomy responsibilities of adulthood
That rot the soul, but what a lovely smile
In the brief hour of pleasure that causes the world
To temporarily disappear with her shrill cruel voice.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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