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The Wild Side
“She didn’t just walk on the wild side, she lived
there, dancing in the streets and setting fire to
the sky.”-- j. iron word.
During the 60’s,
we all wanted our children
to feel natural about their bodies,
nudity and sexuality.
It was just so very hip
not to be uptight about it.
Sex was no longer,
for women, simply something
to tolerate for procreation--
no, hell no...
women became liberated.
A not-so-subtle consequence
of all this sexual freedom,
was that men had to learn
to accept a hard truth,
as they discovered that when
it came to the battle of the sexes,
women showed up with a machine gun,
and men only had a one shot
How daunting it was
to fully understand, and accept
that most women are quite capable
of having dozens of orgasms,
compared to the single and swift
ejaculation that constitutes closure
for the male.
Today, in order to become a caring and tender
lover, men must have a total and honest
communication with their ladies,
coming to an agreement as to when
they will have their singular moment.
Coitus can easily last for an hour,
and if you get fatigued,
you must be willing and able
to man her vibrator--then hang on
for dear life as your lady navigates
the whirling winds of Eros,
as she screams, bucks and wails.
Once I was capable of putting
my wife’s dervish desire above my own,
I began to enjoy the sensual voyages,
the erotic rollercoaster rides.
This exalted caliber of sexual union
catapults both participants
leagues beyond religious or societal
parameters, where two people create
one cosmic equality, rife with pleasure
and boundless spiritual depth.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub