Poetry Blogs (2019, sex)
This is how messed up it was...
Last night, my husband woke up and was cuddling me, then touching me, then we both were wide awake in intimacy. It was beautiful. It always is.
Then after, the doubt creeped in.
Chris lied. Chris always lied. I would wake up in the middle of the night to him touching himself to pictures on the internet. Once I woke up and he was staring at pictures of a wom...
Monday 12th August 2019 6:03 am
Desperate for your mind to be intertwined with mine,
I writhe and thrash into your seductions.
By being intimate we are lying:
pretending to have reached a resolution
-when really all I can feel is acute stinging
of my body and emotions.
Without engaging your feelings,
all I feel is friction;
down: your sciroccian winds are rasping
my spirit and global expectations.
Monday 24th June 2019 2:20 pm
Out of focus there is nothing.
But he needles his way in.
And his warmth spreads,
and his essence flows and ebbs
in my mind and in my smile and in my bed.
He’s the cerebrospinal fluid
that floods my skull,
and all my cracks until I’m full.
Finally: a flash of his face and flesh;
vivid, quick, and then death.
Monday 24th June 2019 2:07 pm
The poetry is pretty perhaps,
And some may appreciate the aesthetics
While being put off by the messiness
Of the content, preferring a tidy theme.
And maybe you could clean it up
A bit to avoid making the prigs uncomfortable.
Say something about flowers by the seaside,
For example, and let us forget people have sex.
And let’s forget about messy conflict
Wednesday 27th March 2019 8:24 pm
My love for you wells up from
A feeling indescript
A warmth rising from the heart
A rush of oxytocin through the
Immediate and pressing
Without urgency or smothering
Felt from my legs to my
And in every chakra the yoga-doers tell us of
From the crown above my head
To the root they speak of in awkward Puritanical tones
Tones we do not need, m...
Saturday 16th February 2019 6:01 pm
I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure
Lest ye be bound
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light
Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...
Monday 11th February 2019 4:10 pm
They meshed their sexual organs
in a frenzied bout of passion
pumping, grinding, panting
'til they had their daily ration
The sight was truly wondrous
and fearsome to behold
it's something done by lovers,
at least that is what I'm told
There was no inhibition
they had stripped down to the core
with every piece of clothing
strewn across ...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 5:14 pm
Is there sex after death ?
A fascinating concept
But let's keep the topic formal
Are we talking Necrophilia
Or something Paranormal ?
If you intimate the former
I must caution self-restraint
It's illegal in this country
And I don't know where it ain't
But if you mean the latter
I submit this brief synopsis:
The outcome could be mutual
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 4:16 pm
The dead heat of summer
My bones are still cold
Walk through a crowded room
Cliche, but feel alone
Let him kiss my neck
But won't let him hold my hand
Let him watch me take off
Won't let him see where I land
Watch the lights going out
But never let them back on
And with the light of the morning I'm gone
Maybe blurry kisses
But not with "just friends"
Maybe outgoing calls
But not ...
Friday 11th January 2019 12:57 am
Hair elastic bangles around a wrist
Notches carved into a bedpost
One size down a leather belt
Bathroom stall in the back bar
Live a lie but love a kiss
Short lived bliss
Sun rise and sun run
A wrap dress undone
No, I don't mind
You should know I don't mind
I do this all the time
Please don't ask me if I'm fine
Because a warm sip of fire that rests in the chest,
Is better ...
Friday 11th January 2019 12:32 am
I am not a Harley Davidson,
but a moped.
I am the opposite of a fox
I am a badger.
I am not the cream at the top of the milk,
I am the last dribble you find when you’re making a cup of tea.
I am most unfortunately, unsexy in my sexual prime.
Not adored, but ignored.
But at least I've got a sense of humour!
Thursday 10th January 2019 5:53 pm