Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i had closed that sweet spot
refused the right of service
without shoes and a shirt?
the door knocker was pounding

those visitors
came around like used car salesmen
telling me it is a fine ride
that the modern conviences of computer
lines that draw love in the mind

moisture eminates from the crevices
laughter murmurs jokes
orchids appear
my loves from the past
waxed fur-shaved legs
like a bitch groomer
the clit talks to the cervix
electrical shocks of dominion
seriously bondaged and locked chasity belts
from the men i loved
are flung aside
like passionate fire
melting in liquids
surprising sensational organic releases
with or with out you
the vagina wants to kiss, to love to fondle and cuddle- and watch tv and eat whipped creme off your chest
and other countries
however quiet or dormant
the redundant preachers of why i couldnt get the sex i needed
is an essay contest
written in weddings
spiritual practices

toasters, dresses, parking tickets,
prayers, rushing 'home' to excitedly
excited speech
insistant on pleasure
blenders
blankets and sweat

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FIne poem & theme.