 | she is your flower child |
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An erotic poem inspired by and written to Dennis
(and others who experienced the freedom of the 60’s
and loved a few women along the way)
she is your flower child
your woman-girl
an unwritten sonnet, yet every word in place
the melodia always at the back of your throat
a slip of memory
tucked forever into a corner of your soon-weathered heart
there to unfold
again and again and again.
and you will remember this vixen-child:
her flowing hair, her open flesh
the rose promise of her pink-hued nipples
the tangled flourish of her saporous cunt
you will remember:
her generous desire, her unfettered need, her transparent flame
all of this offered to you
all of this gathered for you
from the chagrined pleats
of your mothers’ ferrous skirts
of your fathers’ flannel suits.
before too long the years will shift
clumsy and dumb, they will take you with them
you don’t even know it
you shouldn’t even know it
she won’t let you know it, at least not yet
so be with her now, in this moment of this night
in this moment of this night that will last forever
because it is all that matters
because it will always matter
mount her, take her, fuck her, love her
forget yourself in her soap-scented yearning
remember yourself in her wide-open giving
save yourself in the clasp of her legs, the press of her breasts
she is your flower child
and you will remember
because she is writing herself onto your heart
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Originally published for Sex Kitten
Hope you liked it.
xo, Angela
I don’t even know what to say. I know you have an incredible talent with words, but this just awe-struck me.
Oh what a delightfully complex and wonderous creature you are.
Beautiful and amazing. Thank you from the bottom of my “soon-weathered heart.”
Emotional and artistic brilliance from my enchantress. Surprising? Not at all. Viscerally emotive? Absolutely. Yet one more reason for my absolute devotion to you? You know the answer.