Apr. 15th, 2002
Smut writer poetry
Apr. 15th, 2002 02:22 pmI found this in an old book of lesbian erotica and it seemed timely....so here goes:
Some Orgasms I'd like to Mention, Maria Jastrazebska
In books which are extremely / few and far between / that I've read / where it happens at all / most of the women are called Diana. Their slender (what else) fingers hold the stems of wine glasses / before moving / left, right. up around nipple, thigh, breast, back / left shoulder again / by which time I'm lost / while they reach (what else) one perfect orgasm / after another (all a first try) moaning.
Along with some small details
like having to go and pee
the doorbell ringing
your mother calling
the cat trying to join in
farting at the worst moment
even getting up for a drink of water
when your mouth is dry
let alone your period starting
what these books don't mention:
the orgasm which never arrives
leaving you confused and sore
annoyed but probably blaming yourself
the orgasm which trickles out
stops too soon
makes you cry
remembered pain
sheer loneliness
the orgasm which isn't that great
compared to
which you shouldn't do
other ones.
Even there / in lesbian books I've read, they didn't describe that much / mostly the moaning or moistness / all those directions just to confuse you. / Perhaps they don't want to kiss and tell, after all. I don't really blame them. / These things are personal.
If it wasn't taboo
so fiercely denied everywhere
I don't know if I'd be mentioning
the luxury
along with the ordinariness of it
the orgasms which make you feel
I never
or I always knew
it could be
just like this
all the worrying
then suddenly not worrying
anymore at all
what the neighbours can hear
what will happen
the nothing can stop us now
look on her face.
Some Orgasms I'd like to Mention, Maria Jastrazebska
In books which are extremely / few and far between / that I've read / where it happens at all / most of the women are called Diana. Their slender (what else) fingers hold the stems of wine glasses / before moving / left, right. up around nipple, thigh, breast, back / left shoulder again / by which time I'm lost / while they reach (what else) one perfect orgasm / after another (all a first try) moaning.
Along with some small details
like having to go and pee
the doorbell ringing
your mother calling
the cat trying to join in
farting at the worst moment
even getting up for a drink of water
when your mouth is dry
let alone your period starting
what these books don't mention:
the orgasm which never arrives
leaving you confused and sore
annoyed but probably blaming yourself
the orgasm which trickles out
stops too soon
makes you cry
remembered pain
sheer loneliness
the orgasm which isn't that great
compared to
which you shouldn't do
other ones.
Even there / in lesbian books I've read, they didn't describe that much / mostly the moaning or moistness / all those directions just to confuse you. / Perhaps they don't want to kiss and tell, after all. I don't really blame them. / These things are personal.
If it wasn't taboo
so fiercely denied everywhere
I don't know if I'd be mentioning
the luxury
along with the ordinariness of it
the orgasms which make you feel
I never
or I always knew
it could be
just like this
all the worrying
then suddenly not worrying
anymore at all
what the neighbours can hear
what will happen
the nothing can stop us now
look on her face.