The Orgasm Thief

The Orgasm Thief

Silent, deadly she 

Creeps between sheets

In the windows of widows 

In dreams of pre-teens

Whisper her name

And then she disappears

Through your window 

And up the next street

Leaving you shaking

A leaf without relief

You’ve been done in again

By the orgasm thief

Striking fear

In the heart of everyone near

At the point of climax 

She rides out of there   

Making you worry about 

Laundry, deadlines, impending bills

Car payments, baby sitters

You lie there stilled 

Put her out of your mind

Refuse to give in 

Send her down the road 

To that children’s hospital