Intelligent Sex

She wanted to know if I could taste a three or see the color of birdsong. And I said, “Have you looked inside my brain?” I hear the heat and dark of coffee calling on my tongue—threes taste of Crossroads at midnight, and birdsongs are rainbowed. All right, I didn’t say any of that. But I sure was thinking it, and that has to count, right? What I did do (say that thirteen times fast) was craft a poem with my answer in it:

“Intelligent Sex”

His grin tastes of wicked books
flirting in a library
made of whiskey and dance.

“May I feel your thoughts?” I say.

His eyes touch my hips with a Yes,
oh yes!
that is all passion-
flower and maca root to my ears.

Are you mine? I feel him sing.

I let him taste the answer
in the arching of my back,
in my pulling of his hair—
I am woman, my skin screams,
I am all mine. But I share
when I want…

…and right now, I want

intelligent sex,
red-scented… tasting of Jazz—
aphrodisiac

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the wee notes…
– I first wrote this poem as a haibun, but it didn’t feel right. I trimmed the prose and created line breaks, but left the haiku untouched—that bit felt just fine. And in case you didn’t notice, I should point out that this was a freaking blast to write.
– Maca root and passionflower have been said to enhance female libido *cough*.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Synesthesia, and to Prompt Nights ~ “Women are the real architects of Society”.

53 thoughts on “Intelligent Sex

  1. Oh that is so naughty and enjoyable, Magaly! The title was tempting; the opening lines alluring with those ‘wicked books flirting in a library made of whiskey and dance’; suggestive – “May I feel your thoughts?” !!! – and ‘red-scented… tasting of Jazz— aphrodisiac’!

  2. Whistles!!❤️💘 This is absolutely sensational Magaly 😍 I love the fiery passion and hint of sass that flows in this poem especially; “I let him taste the answer in the arching of my back, in my pulling of his hair— I am woman, my skin screams, I am all mine. But I share when I want…” sigh.. I wish I had written this!😍Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💘

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  3. This is fantastic, Magaly. All of it delights my senses, but this is my favorite stanza:

    “I let him taste the answer
    in the arching of my back,
    in my pulling of his hair—
    I am woman, my skin screams,
    I am all mine. But I share
    when I want…”

  4. So much fun, Magaly, but not just froth–the real dark heat and soul of passion, which stems from identity and self found in other–and intelligence along for the ride just makes it all more intoxicating. Your opening stanza alone is genius. <3

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