No sex, no poetry

That would suck! But this poem is good

It is a horrid thought indeed ... occurred to me yesterday that there's a "last sex day" for everybody and that, for all we know, we've already had it ...
Thanks for reading, Gigi  :-)

Kaatho

"such lack should speak of flesh, fear, desire  
but no heat, no poetry here"

really liked these lines. nothing to worry 'bout there for the males *cough* so I'll not pretend to stand in solidarity with the sistas :)

whether poignant was intended or not the poem has bucketfuls of it. seems the narrator has already resigned herself to the inevitable.

but is she only procrastinating.. I leave you this link for your amusement.    



http://youtu.be/XInS8NNE2RI

Ahhhh CraicDealer, you're a treat and a trickster, and I'll thank you not to be so insightful in future  ;-)
Thank you for your comments, and loved the link, Sir!

Such a poignant piece! I love how you got so much into so few words. Really good writing. And the last line ends it really well!

Thank you RSaba, thought bleak was the way to go for the finish ... I appreciate you letting me know the piece worked for you.

Ah......the what ifs. I tend to live life how it goes each day. If you plan on the what ifs all the time.....you cease to live life. You defeat yourself if you always look for something to be the last. :)

I see what you're saying.  For me, asking 'what if' is just one of many ways to ask questions that allow me to discover more about what is, and possibly imagine new landscapes ...  
 
Ah, but no matter our philosophy of life, there will be a last time for sex, for you and for me  :-)  
Thanks for taking time to read this, cheers