Sunday, 15 June 2014

Well...sex is a beautiful act ain't it?

Sex is a beautiful act ain't it?
Oh so magical connection of bodies and souls....

Then would you find it weird if somebody said they hate sex?

You know when your partner abuses you,
Verbally,
And in some cases, physically,
How would you react when he gets into bed and tries to be intimate?
You would cringe,
Or I would.


Melancholy by Natalia Tejera


You don't want him near you,
His presence is suffocating you,
Smothering you,
Drowning you,
But you can't fight him off,
If you try you might just get a slap across the face,
Or a pinch on the inner part of your thighs.

So you spread them legs,
Let him have his way with you,
Groaning and grunting as he happily pumps away,
With each stroke,
Your soul winces,
With each stroke,
You die a little inside.

You lie there,
Broken,
Empty,
Eyes glazed,
Like a rag doll,
Not allowing yourself to feel anything.

He tries to take your hand,
And have you hold onto him,
But your limp arm falls away.
He doesn't stop though.
Groan.Grunt.Groan.Grunt.
Sweating.

Once he is done with you,
He rolls over to his side of the bed,
To fall asleep or for a cigarette,

You feel beyond filthy, numb, a husk of a being.
You just can't wait to get into the shower,
Scrub yourself raw,
Allowing the hot saline tears you had been holding back to break the dam wall!

Friday, 13 June 2014

The Metamorphosis

As a kid, love for me was like…

Sweet smelling roses,
Sweet tasting honey,
Rainbows,
Pearls of laughter everyday!





It came with images of clean white intimate wear,
Fresh potpourri-scented bed linen,
Warm baths, quick footfalls in the corridors,
Soft breezes in the meadows, rattling the blades of the tall grass and cooling our sweating frames!

Images of red berries in our dessert,
Real succulent pleasures,
As we took second servings,
In hushed tones,
Leaving crumbs on the floor,
And if naughty,
Jam stains on the kitchen linen!

Images of endless azure skies,
Disappearing where the sky met the sea,
Or where the sky met the land!

Images that would make me hop,skip and jump,
Images that would make me go around the world with a knowing look in my eyes,
And a naughty smile playing on my lips!



As an adult, love has become…

In most cases, roses plus their thorns,
Honey plus bee stings,
Rainbows plus lightning bolts and thunder,
Gaiety alongside melancholy!

But it came with images of black lace on fuller flesh,
Twisted and discarded red satin sheets,
Hot sighs, quick breathes,
Soft breezes that rattle the curtains and cool the sweating bodies!

Images of berry red lips,
Bordering succulent pleasures,
Uttering intoxicating words,
In hushed tones,
Leaving lipstick marks on the rims of wine glasses,
And if naughty,
On the collars of men’s shirts!



Images of endless legs covered in soft panty hose,
Disappearing into sexy ultra-high stilettoes,
And crazy micro-minis!

Images that would make me cross uncross and cross my legs again,
Images that would make me go around the world with a knowing look in my eyes,
And a naughty smile playing on my lips!