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Warmth in the Midst of the Winter Called Life
What is the allure of a woman's vagina for a man?
It's like that of a door almost shut,
But just a little bit ajar.
As someone passes by in the night,
They see a shaft or rather a sliver of light escaping from within.
Not just light, heat is assumed as well.
For the year has reached the month of December.
In the coldness of the wintry night outside,
the promise of that inner heat is alluring, indeed.
It's like that of a door almost shut,
But just a little bit ajar.
As someone passes by in the night,
They see a shaft or rather a sliver of light escaping from within.
Not just light, heat is assumed as well.
For the year has reached the month of December.
In the coldness of the wintry night outside,
the promise of that inner heat is alluring, indeed.
Published 8th Dec 2016
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8th Dec 2016 10:21pm
Thanx for your encouraging comment! As you see from my other poems i have tried to mine the heat of a woman like it were ore of some kind. Over and over again. Mainly its been in terms of the heat of the sun in the sky. In order to do that, i have to start with the premise that "the Sky is a Woman. " I've done maybe a dozen poems -- a variation on a theme, as they say.
The vaginal heat of the sun --- i turn to that theme, and return to it over and over.
In my younger years i met a black woman.
She was the only girl who --- i could feel her inner body temperature rising, rising RISING. She suffered the agony not of pain but of pleasure. How she suffered !! Her mind was effected. Yes,she blurted out,"I know it sounds stupid,
But have you ever thought about marriage?"
She didnt know me, i didnt know her. Yet there we were- -- what a complement it was to me that she was semi-proposing to me.
I was drafted into the army, sent off to vietnam. I never saw her again. But i still recall the sweet torment she suffered. Which she shared with me.
Perhaps that's why i find myself emphasizing heat, vaginal heat, under the guise of solar radiation, the warmth of the naked sun.in my poems.
Yes, she had an effect on me.
The vaginal heat of the sun --- i turn to that theme, and return to it over and over.
In my younger years i met a black woman.
She was the only girl who --- i could feel her inner body temperature rising, rising RISING. She suffered the agony not of pain but of pleasure. How she suffered !! Her mind was effected. Yes,she blurted out,"I know it sounds stupid,
But have you ever thought about marriage?"
She didnt know me, i didnt know her. Yet there we were- -- what a complement it was to me that she was semi-proposing to me.
I was drafted into the army, sent off to vietnam. I never saw her again. But i still recall the sweet torment she suffered. Which she shared with me.
Perhaps that's why i find myself emphasizing heat, vaginal heat, under the guise of solar radiation, the warmth of the naked sun.in my poems.
Yes, she had an effect on me.
