Orgasmic Pleasure

He let her not know that he loved her. She let him not grasp that she liked him. Lest she should veto, he locked his longings. Lest he should decline, she veiled her lust. How to break the ice was his concern. How to know his pulse was her anguish Both were desperate to know each other And to find subtle ways to let it out. He told her he had nurtured a gnawing wish. What it was, she asked of him, being tense. ‘To know what stands between you and me: A wall or a bridge; ’ She said it a bridge. In their next meeting, her eyes showed blushes And his, confidence. He dared to reach her. His love and her love on pollination Gave them a kind of orgasmic pleasure.