If I could bend down to my sex
A poem from the Rumbles from the Grinder series
If I could bend down to my sex
And give myself a lick, or two
Make love to this tiny little me
Orgasm at the tip of my tongue
Tip! Top! No typo!
And no sharing, please
If I could bend down to my sex
I could taste the matrix
Of all the headless pleasures
I could scream hi-fidelity
Slide down to my heart
And rest in the intention
Of flower-shaped mysteries
Bounded in liberties
Meet my clitoris eye-to-eye
And those tender lips
That so many kissed
(except for me)
Oh! To chant freedom
At the border of pleasure
Ah! I come, I come to me, baby!
If I could bend down to my sex
I’d be Woman, I’d be Man
And all and every aspect in between
If I could bend down to my sex
I could be my own sensual twin
If I could bend down to my sex
I’d be the winner and the win
If I could bend down to my sex
I would rewrite the Universe
It’s unfair laws that prohibit
Existence as an orgasmic Moebius
Like a happy worm
I would undulate through the compound
Graze the membrane of yum
and love-canal of duty
(historically)
Oh! To be the Apple and the Hand
Oh! To be the Angel and the Snake
Be the Creator and the Garden
Director and set
Of my own sweet planet
If I could bend down to my sex…
N.B.: If you liked that poem
you might enjoy
Good Old Door
here on Medium
