My friend Joy found this local poetry contest of female sexuality, gender expression, gender identity, and the like. She sent it to me. I vowed to submit something, and so I wrote. I haven't submitting anything yet, but I have until November. In the mean time I wanted to share one of my attempts to write about female sexuality. It is not a topic I often tackle, but I felt compelled to try, also, I am trying to revised one or more of this poem for inclusion in this contest.
I hope you enjoy it, Dear Readers.
There will be a lot more poetry in the coming months, and even regular blog posts again. I have had a busy and intense year, starting to wind down into a bit of normalcy again. Not that I always want normalcy, but I like some consistency at least.
With that, I give you...
Pleasure Moment
I am my sex,
female, if you will,
alive with sensual desires--
breathing down my neck.
Tingling
and
goose pimpled flesh.
The moment's gone, you see,
unless the fire is stoked,
and fed by tinder
and
wood.
Pulses race--
I know I am alive,
desires
and
thrilling.
Are you?
Give me a moment
and I will come when called;
and your fannng my desires,
making the woman in me
stand out.
I am not ashamed.
This is a pleasure moment,
silently sought
hard pressed to win.
My desires are real,
as am I. See me!
I am touch, to yours,
giving in, to yours--
drink me in
and in a moment,
know that I am
woman,
heat and desire,
pleasure and pain,
housed all in one.
Will you give in too?
And the moment need not pass again.
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