by Shahana Jackson |
Categories:
life, love
I have found little in this
and none in that
I am a women
but have yet to have
a positive reaction to sex
at least to the heterosexual kind
I'm becoming more curious
about what exactly it is next
door that I will find.
I don't particular think
thrusting in and out is a good
image in my mind.
Why does pain first have
to ensue for pleasure to unwind?
I guess I just haven't caught
the right fish yet and
until than my vagina will
continue to feel dispassionate
unless my fingers are inserted
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
body, candy, for her, love, lust, passion, sensual,
A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy;
now wet with excitement, my genitals
beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me.
Supine, I spread wide for him as his hands
prime my vagina—first the labials—
then my fluttering vulva—which expands
like a bloom for all of my man’s essentials.
Then, his lusty tongue slays my ********!—
so I then beg for the **** of my Horace.
by Tiffany Diaz |
Categories:
body, deep, lonely, love, lust,
The cold cry
Of a lost child
Seeking love
Found in his mother
He whom is unable to translate
As an adult
Unrealized that he to must provide
For in her womb was not where he resided
Mistaken for the vagina in which he slid in and out of
Assuming it was the same
He felt entitled
Never giving his Love
Remaining unclaimed
by Patricia Henriques |
Categories:
life, love, people,
I am wet like a dewy leaf
the freezer we have just turned off
grass that has been watered
a face that has been kissed
Wet like whoever sneezed
or went out of the shower without a towel
a vagina that has just been loved
ground that rain has moistened
Ready to be plowed
cared for
penetrated
fertilized
and to bloom.
by Francis Osho |
Categories:
allegory,
we r at the picasso exhibition
i love him studied him
the naked art now
here
going through periods
blue pink delving into
cubical geometry
of figures violins
my heart is leaping with
joy
gigantic voluptuous
art on marie teres
crying sharp vagina of
dora
they were cracking jokes
we were beginning to finish
my heart is full and i was weeping
they asked me
who is picasso
your father?
i cried harder