ESSAS COISAS DO SEXO
(© Patrícia Evans)
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Perdoa, que eu não vivi essas coisas do sexo.
Não sei de orgias nem das festas de Baco
Não sei das curvas de outra mulher,
de outro odor, seja forte ou fraco,
não sei da umidade de outra vagina
não sei de dois homens em mim,
mais que um único pênis tocando meus sentidos.
Não, infelizmente eu não tive estes prazeres,
das garotas de programas,
dos chicotes, ecstasy, menáge, swing.
Desculpe, eu não conheço tais camas,
nem tive a sorte de ter tal coragem.
Não apanhei de algum cinto,
não me dependuraram no teto,
nem mesmo me encheram de drogas,
eu nunca vi imagens sem nexo,
nem disse palavras abusivas
enquanto me chamavam de puta,
ou enquanto me espancavam em surra
em busca de um prazer masoquista.
Ah, pobre de mim, eu nunca quebrei os tabus
de gozar em quem sequer conheço,
de provar dúzias diferentes de nus,
de ser revirada por dez ao avêsso,
de ser transbordada por diferentes espermas,
ter casais entre as minhas pernas
e não saber nem de seus nomes,
onde moram, o que vestem, o que comem.
Não me enfiaram alfinetes,
não me fizeram joguete,
eu nunca provei um orgasmo
tendo platéia adorando,
nunca terminei com aplausos,
jamais tropecei em homens exaustos
estirados pelo tapete da sala
embriagados de álcool,
ardendo todos buracos.
Apenas sussurrei "eu te amo",
sorvi o gozo de um único homem,
finquei as unhas em um único corpo,
rasguei tão poucas camisas
em resposta a um toque singular.
Eu apenas decorei seus sinais,
suas dobras e cicatrizes,
E só conheci os seus carnavais,
apenas os seus deslizes,
seus gemidos, os seus muitos ais.
Que pena, eu só soube ser gueixa
do desejo de somente um
e de um irresistível "deixa..."
De costas, de lado, de frente,
acima, abaixo, por entre
eu fui o que quisera que fosse,
dama, vadia, animal e humana,
mundana, cretina, fatal e doce.
Mas sempre somente sua...
Apenas na sua frente, nua...
.
Perdoa, que eu não vivi essas coisas do sexo.
Não sei de orgias nem das festas de Baco
Não sei das curvas de outra mulher,
de outro odor, seja forte ou fraco,
não sei da umidade de outra vagina
não sei de dois homens em mim,
mais que um único pênis tocando meus sentidos.
Não, infelizmente eu não tive estes prazeres,
das garotas de programas,
dos chicotes, ecstasy, menáge, swing.
Desculpe, eu não conheço tais camas,
nem tive a sorte de ter tal coragem.
Não apanhei de algum cinto,
não me dependuraram no teto,
nem mesmo me encheram de drogas,
eu nunca vi imagens sem nexo,
nem disse palavras abusivas
enquanto me chamavam de puta,
ou enquanto me espancavam em surra
em busca de um prazer masoquista.
Ah, pobre de mim, eu nunca quebrei os tabus
de gozar em quem sequer conheço,
de provar dúzias diferentes de nus,
de ser revirada por dez ao avêsso,
de ser transbordada por diferentes espermas,
ter casais entre as minhas pernas
e não saber nem de seus nomes,
onde moram, o que vestem, o que comem.
Não me enfiaram alfinetes,
não me fizeram joguete,
eu nunca provei um orgasmo
tendo platéia adorando,
nunca terminei com aplausos,
jamais tropecei em homens exaustos
estirados pelo tapete da sala
embriagados de álcool,
ardendo todos buracos.
Apenas sussurrei "eu te amo",
sorvi o gozo de um único homem,
finquei as unhas em um único corpo,
rasguei tão poucas camisas
em resposta a um toque singular.
Eu apenas decorei seus sinais,
suas dobras e cicatrizes,
E só conheci os seus carnavais,
apenas os seus deslizes,
seus gemidos, os seus muitos ais.
Que pena, eu só soube ser gueixa
do desejo de somente um
e de um irresistível "deixa..."
De costas, de lado, de frente,
acima, abaixo, por entre
eu fui o que quisera que fosse,
dama, vadia, animal e humana,
mundana, cretina, fatal e doce.
Mas sempre somente sua...
Apenas na sua frente, nua...
E agora, que fazemos os dois?
eu ainda posso aprender o sexo
mas quem lhe ensinará o amor?
eu ainda posso aprender o sexo
mas quem lhe ensinará o amor?
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THIS WHOLE SEX THING
FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN ME,
MORE THAN A SINGLE PENIS TOUCHING MY FEELINGS.
NO, UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE THESE PLEASURES
FROM THE HOOKERS,
WHIPS, ECSTASY,THREESOMES, SWING.
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW THESE BEDS,
WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF COURAGE.
NEVER GOT BEAT UP WITH A BELT,
NEVER HUNG ON THE CEILING,
NEVER STUFFED ME WITH DRUGS,
NEVER SAW UNREALISTIC IMAGES
NOR SAID ABUSIVE WORDS
WHILE THEY CALLED ME WHORE
OR WHILE THEY SPANKED ME
IN SEARCH OF A MASOQUIST PLEASURE.
POOR ME, NEVER BROKE THE TABOOS
CUMMING IN SOMEONE I BARELY KNOW,
NEVER TASTED DOZENS OF DIFFERENT NUDES,
RAGGED TIMES TEN INSIDE OUT
FOR BEING DRENCHED IN DIFFERENT SPERMS,
HAVING COUPLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAMES,
WHERE THEY LIVE, WHAT THEY WEAR OR WHAT THEY EAT.
NEVER PIERCED ME WITH PINS
THEY HAVE NEVER MADE ME A TOY.
NEVER TASTED AN ORGASM
WITH PUBLIC WATCHING,
NEVER ENDED WITH APPLAUSE,
NEVER TRIPPED ON EXHAUSTED MEN
LYING ON MY LIVING ROOM RUG,
DRUNK FROM ALCOHOL
BURNING FROM ALL THEIR HOLES...
I HAVE JUST WHISPERED "I LOVE YOU" ,
ABSORBED ONE MANS JOY,
DROVE MY NAILS IN JUST ONE BODY,
RIPPED A FEW SHIRTS,
ANSWERED TO JUST A SINGLE TOUCH.
I HAVE ONLY MEMORIZED HIS SIGNALS,
HIS SCARS
AND I HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIS CARNIVALS,
HIS FAULTS,
HIS MOANS AND HIS MANY GROANS.
WHAT A SHAME THAT I HAVE BEEN A GEISHA
FOR ONLY ONE MANS DESIRE
AND ONE IRRESISTIBLE "LET ME..."
BACK, SIDE, FRONT
ABOVE, BELOW, IN BETWEEN
I HAVE BEEN WHAT HE WANTED ME TO BE;
DAME, PROSTITUTE, ANIMAL, HUMAN
BITCH, CRETIN, FATAL AND SWEET
BUT ALWAYS HIS,
NAKED ONLY IN FRONT OF HIM...
BUT NOW, WHAT WILL WE DO?
I STILL CAN LEARN ABOUT SEX
BUT WHO COULD TEACH HIM LOVE?
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN ME,
MORE THAN A SINGLE PENIS TOUCHING MY FEELINGS.
NO, UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE THESE PLEASURES
FROM THE HOOKERS,
WHIPS, ECSTASY,THREESOMES, SWING.
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW THESE BEDS,
WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF COURAGE.
NEVER GOT BEAT UP WITH A BELT,
NEVER HUNG ON THE CEILING,
NEVER STUFFED ME WITH DRUGS,
NEVER SAW UNREALISTIC IMAGES
NOR SAID ABUSIVE WORDS
WHILE THEY CALLED ME WHORE
OR WHILE THEY SPANKED ME
IN SEARCH OF A MASOQUIST PLEASURE.
POOR ME, NEVER BROKE THE TABOOS
CUMMING IN SOMEONE I BARELY KNOW,
NEVER TASTED DOZENS OF DIFFERENT NUDES,
RAGGED TIMES TEN INSIDE OUT
FOR BEING DRENCHED IN DIFFERENT SPERMS,
HAVING COUPLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAMES,
WHERE THEY LIVE, WHAT THEY WEAR OR WHAT THEY EAT.
NEVER PIERCED ME WITH PINS
THEY HAVE NEVER MADE ME A TOY.
NEVER TASTED AN ORGASM
WITH PUBLIC WATCHING,
NEVER ENDED WITH APPLAUSE,
NEVER TRIPPED ON EXHAUSTED MEN
LYING ON MY LIVING ROOM RUG,
DRUNK FROM ALCOHOL
BURNING FROM ALL THEIR HOLES...
I HAVE JUST WHISPERED "I LOVE YOU" ,
ABSORBED ONE MANS JOY,
DROVE MY NAILS IN JUST ONE BODY,
RIPPED A FEW SHIRTS,
ANSWERED TO JUST A SINGLE TOUCH.
I HAVE ONLY MEMORIZED HIS SIGNALS,
HIS SCARS
AND I HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIS CARNIVALS,
HIS FAULTS,
HIS MOANS AND HIS MANY GROANS.
WHAT A SHAME THAT I HAVE BEEN A GEISHA
FOR ONLY ONE MANS DESIRE
AND ONE IRRESISTIBLE "LET ME..."
BACK, SIDE, FRONT
ABOVE, BELOW, IN BETWEEN
I HAVE BEEN WHAT HE WANTED ME TO BE;
DAME, PROSTITUTE, ANIMAL, HUMAN
BITCH, CRETIN, FATAL AND SWEET
BUT ALWAYS HIS,
NAKED ONLY IN FRONT OF HIM...
BUT NOW, WHAT WILL WE DO?
I STILL CAN LEARN ABOUT SEX
BUT WHO COULD TEACH HIM LOVE?
PatrÍcia Evans
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Comments
this is the ultimate of ultimates. So true and vivid, delicious and disgusting....in that way. It almost made me feel bad for the things I have done (mentioned in your words), alomst! I don't know where you summoned up this creative bliss but it's words almost everyone needs to read/hear. It paints a picture for many who has and who hasn't, like me (has). I absolutely loved it, it's beyond the best of a passionate yet volatile poem. Great fucking job. Love and sex is often confused to go hand in hand, but the speration of those two isn't often thought about, well you've thought about them and have me thinking about them too.
This is sad but true. I like it a lot.
Sorry correction: There is way too much depth to 'love' that 'sex' couldn't ever begin to comprehend.
U've said it all SO well, Tricia! A most excellent write! There is too way much depth to 'love' that 'sex' couldn't ever begin to comprehend. -Ally-
Passions won't be limited, bound or constrained. they will come out and scatter across the floor, often when we least expect. Who knows the trigger, or how little or how much it will take to arouse them. And 'love', now there is something that I think I keep catching a glimpse of in the corner of my eye.
nice one! I guess u wanted to experience all these after all! it's never too late though!
hahahahaha. No I don't. I like challenges and it would be too easy. Thanks for u comment. I'm reading u and love your work :o)
DEAR (deprived, or is that depraved?) PATRICIA: CONGRATULATIONS on a captivating Poem! Having carefully read, re-read and then reviewed your fantastically well-crafted, informative Poem (THE WORD ""MASTERPIECE"" COMES {not 'cums'} to mind) ... I find my very Being being tiltilated with this stimulating observation ... HMmmm, clearly your preparatory-to-writing 'research' must have consumed perhaps un-countable hours (certainly 'un-told') long, boring hours watching Porn (or, at the least, various groups of very energetic people) ... because you 'captured' (so to speak) the often-imagined ""steaming essence"" of the human sexual event(s) that you so artfully developed in poetic form. I hadn't realized 'sex' rhymed with so many different syllables! ""HERE, HERE"" (ageless English 'cheer') and/or ""Hey man, that's cool (modern(?) American drool) ... And from me ... HMmmmm your eyes must be tired and your brain de-sensitized ... BUT YOU DID IT AND YOU DID IT GOOD (now that last phraseology is just plain lousing American English from a Scientist who knows better! ALL THE ABOVE leads me back to my opening shout: CONGRATULATIONS PATRICIA ... I really enjoyed YOUR writing! ! ! Love 'n (Happy Easter Bunny Hug) Stuff, RHEY ...
TerryG
Wow, my breath is gone. Content A+. the stanzas break at just the right places. Quite a confession.
supani123
fascination and passion will have no ears of kindness.They hide all senses under the lowergarments making them soil once for all and become useless there after good but long poem flowing from wounded heart
Yes in deed triciaevans, who can possibly tech him the true art of making love? You of course because a woman knows her body and what she likes and what she wants to feel during those romantic sensual encounters. I hope you may keep him within reach as now you can be the teach. Wonderful poem. Your Friend Mickey Pig Knuckles
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