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Strange Thoughts While Making Love - Nizana's Daughter
I express appropriate social surprise
mixed with gratitude as he enters me.
These moments are, in truth, merely
the basic stuff of evolution. This innate
urge to have sex and reproduce, passed
through generations, is strong and
cannot be denied. At what other time do I feel
more human and alive? At what other time
am I so completely myself? How beautiful
when pretense and questions drop to the floor
leaving only bare skin as a gift given without shame.
In those moments of orgasm, I am…
…both angelic and a daughter of darkness.
mixed with gratitude as he enters me.
These moments are, in truth, merely
the basic stuff of evolution. This innate
urge to have sex and reproduce, passed
through generations, is strong and
cannot be denied. At what other time do I feel
more human and alive? At what other time
am I so completely myself? How beautiful
when pretense and questions drop to the floor
leaving only bare skin as a gift given without shame.
In those moments of orgasm, I am…
…both angelic and a daughter of darkness.
Published 21st Jan 2023
Author's Note
My mother once wrote “these are strange thoughts while making love.”
I think I understand her better now.
I think I understand her better now.
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21st Jan 2023 2:34pm
Favourite lines:
when pretense and questions drop to the floor
leaving only bare skin as a gift given without shame.
This has inspired a poem of my own I have posted in this section , titled "Succumb to the Drive". the lines that particularly inspired are these:
.These moments are, in truth, merely
the basic stuff of evolution. This innate
urge to have sex and reproduce, passed
through generations.....
I live near the home town of Charles Darwin (Shrewsbury, England), the great evolutionary thinker, whose birth home is about to be converted to a museum dedicated to him.
About the last two lines
In those moments of orgasm, I am…
…both angelic and a daughter of darkness.
they raise a mental picture of lightning flashing at the supreme moment, as hinted by the picture (top left)
when pretense and questions drop to the floor
leaving only bare skin as a gift given without shame.
This has inspired a poem of my own I have posted in this section , titled "Succumb to the Drive". the lines that particularly inspired are these:
.These moments are, in truth, merely
the basic stuff of evolution. This innate
urge to have sex and reproduce, passed
through generations.....
I live near the home town of Charles Darwin (Shrewsbury, England), the great evolutionary thinker, whose birth home is about to be converted to a museum dedicated to him.
About the last two lines
In those moments of orgasm, I am…
…both angelic and a daughter of darkness.
they raise a mental picture of lightning flashing at the supreme moment, as hinted by the picture (top left)
22nd Jan 2023 2:38am
I agree with, Robert
“In those moments of orgasm, I am…
…both angelic and a daughter of darkness.”
Nicely put. I the like the contrast; being in each contrasting position is exciting.
“In those moments of orgasm, I am…
…both angelic and a daughter of darkness.”
Nicely put. I the like the contrast; being in each contrasting position is exciting.
22nd Jan 2023 9:19pm
23rd Jan 2023 1:22pm
As a man, know how you feel
Making love, more real, than real
The joy of sex a real big deal
To enter there has such appeal
Making love, more real, than real
The joy of sex a real big deal
To enter there has such appeal
