I see you
Eyes gazing over there; clouded in shame
Hungering with lust
Yet scared of being stained
Fear of being tainted
Degraded, deemed unclean
Negative notions
Anxious of being seen
Wanting to be free
Allowed to admire
Any and all human beauty
Inhale your desire
Whether it’s her or him or they
Own your urges, don’t be afraid
I implore you, dear one, do dress as you please
Don’t care what they think
You are not a tease
Lycra is not just for her
He can wear it too
As can they; choose any hue that’s you
Wear it loud, wear it proud
Whether you are short or tall
Wear it any which way
But please don’t hide from it all
Out to dinner or in the yard
That silky silver slip
Caressing your skin just so
Please do wear it, if you makes you glow
I will hold your hand, it will be okay
It truly doesn’t matter
Whether you like her or him or they
Please be you, I accept you anyway
I see you
Your desire to be fed
An appetite so carnal, so raw
It’s okay to be you
It’s okay to want more
More of the high, that dopa rush
The passionate connections
That frisky touch
Exhilarating, energizing, electrifying
Dirty is not a sexy word
Dirty is what you find in the kitchen sink
Returning home from work at the end of an exhausting week
Sex is not a dirty word
It is not something to be held in contempt
It is a delightful, sumptuous feast
An intoxicating natural high of life
Dirty is the soles of your feet
Soiled after walking barefoot
Dirty is not a sexy word
Though, yes, often the end result of a tryst
Sweaty bodies, beady skin
Glimmering with the afterglow of ecstasy
Passionate sexy pursuits are life giving
Life bearing; literally and figuratively
Reigniting, renewing, reborn
Like a phoenix from the ashes
Dirty is not a sexy word
Dirty is unclean, dirty is foul
Sex is not a dirty word
It is not crude or naughty or bad
Your feelings are human
Please don’t let them make you sad
It’s okay to yearn to be desired
It’s okay to give rise to that fire
Surrender to that heat
Slowly simmering inside
Consensual sex is connecting to the body
Being in the present moment
With your lovers or flame
In private, behind closed doors
Outside under the cloak of night
In sensual moments, swift or slow
Chasing that luminescent glow
Harder, softer
Faster, slower
With her or him or they
All alone or amongst the fray
Frisky feels, flowing freely with fervour
Sex is not a dirty word
It is nurturing, nourishing and sweet
Mixing light and dark, heavy and soft
A tasty tonic
A salve for the weary soul
***
Pauli Williams, Elephant Academy Apprentice
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This poem embodies all the inner turmoil I felt in my early 20s and teen years. Now, I realise I was right all along. I should have embraced these aspects of my personality and not played them down to please anyone external to myself. Beautifully written and strong message.
thank you Pauli! beautifully crafted! EA love and mine <3