love my vibrator
goddamn it’s not as fingers tongue or dick
last woman I was with fucked me against a wall and
made me come like a lion in heat
last man who actually knew me fucked me all day
broke my bed
I am a multi-orgasmic woman
ignored it at my own peril
thought I was better off
work will always be work
poetry swelling my head
remembering to return to my erotic
I need to fuck for spiritual reasons
my magic needs to land someplace concrete
I need to fuck for rhetorical reasons
my writing is lacking concrete edges and passion
we act like sex is something extra
we demonize touching kissing orgasms
pray away erotic love
but why would I want to do that?
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