With Covid-19 and a lack of work, I’ve been spending a lot of time day drinking and writing. I’m not going to lie — it’s kind of nice. However, I’m scared that when this is all said and done, I might be out of a job. The mental health board gives us the grant that funds my job, and I know they’re going to be making cuts. With everything going on, how could they not? My job is running an arts program and we all know the arts go first. I’m worried but trying to focus on the here and now. Right now I can write as much as I want, so I have several projects I’m working on.
I’ve shared a couple of the projects I’m working on, and I’m making a lot of progress, but I don’t think I’ve told you that I’m writing a chapbook of erotic poetry. It is so much fun.
I want to share a couple of poems I’m working on. (Don’t worry — nothing too raunchy, and yes, I like bald men.)
Softness and Torture
strong hard-working hands,
and a shy smile —
I love being naked
and watching him touch me
for the first time.
My body is full-fledged
but I’m a shiny new thing to him.
examining every inch of me
with his careful touch
from my neck
to my anxious hips.
The world dissolves around me
as my body spreads wide
in the nothingness.
We’re alone in the abyss.
He takes command
of my vulnerable state
as my fingers cling to the sheets —
my only anchor to reality.
My fantasies are outrageous
but the way he makes me smile
This stranger takes me
to another world
and I surrender to the
softness and torture.
I wonder what your blonde curls smell like
when I twirl them between my fingers —
beckoning vines pulling me in with every breath.
I wonder what your crimson pout tastes like
or what I will look like with your lipstick smeared on my face.
Give my sheltered life a little more color.
I wonder what it’s like to touch your powder-soft skin
or to kiss the secrets you hide from the world.
I wonder what it’s like to feel your warmth from the inside out.
I want to satisfy my teasing curiosity —
slowly, with all my senses.
I want to celebrate your curves and make you smile.
My husband doesn’t mind.
He’ll leave us alone
because he wants me to love without restraints.
I want my fantasies to be memories and not “what if’s”.
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