Sexuality Is in the Head

“You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.” ~ Erica Jong

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None can know
me, what drives me wild
in the mind,
what speaks to the swells
of my hips and breasts…
the way I do.

Hands I allow
on me are a gift,
a pleasure partnership.

Hands and fingers and thought
tracing skin, feeling muscle and bone
ruled by said skin’s own brain
need no partner for joy—
gifts are good, entitlements are better.

Sexiness begins in your head—
touch your mind deeply,
love your body often.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” sexuality
is in my head (and in yours
if you want).
To celebrate it,
take your body and soul
and make yourself yours.

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the (not so) wee notes…
– Since Beltane—a witchy holiday that brings sexuality to my mind—was in, um… my mind, I asked the members of a private Crohn’s disease forum I belong to about their sex life. Many answered that their sex life was just fine, thank you very much, and can we talk about our ileums and rectums now? Others said that the illness has affected their sex life, but they have adjusted accordingly. The most prevalent answer was a variation of, “I’m single”. So, I added, “What about sex with yourself?” Some people (all right, a whole lot of people) left the session without typing another word.

Those of us who stayed on the forum spent some time discussing sexuality, morality, and the relationship between body and mind when it comes to physical pleasure. It was an enlightening conversation. I was puzzled by the number of mature adults who confessed to have never masturbated—not because of religious taboo, but because they are married or because the idea of touching their own bodies makes them feel dirty. I left the forum hoping for minds freed of nonsense that pushes people to believe that physical self-love is filthy behavior or something to be ashamed of.

Keeping that (and other juicy wonders) in mind, this Beltane, or May Day, or on this 1st Monday of the 5th month of the calendar year, I wish you lots and lots and lots of physical love (if you want it), especially from you to you. Be human, enjoy your Self.

– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

The blackout that fed the poem…

…and a flower that seems to be rather proud of her sexuality
(yep, the Thunbergia mysorensis is most definitely a girl)

Maypole in Bloom

When May comes, with Beltane’s heat wrapped around her hips, I weave primavera ribbons into every dark. My all—flesh, bone, the womanliest curves of my soul—taste the silk flirting inside my heart… curling towards my thighs… kissing the soil that dances with the bottoms of my feet.

The taps and twists of my soles chant a song of getting and of giving, of sex and heart creating ecstasy, of quickening flesh and dirt, of enticing the Maypole to please Nature’s need of rebirth.

Come for me, May, dance my will wild. Let me love you for multiple whiles… touch me with what Spring hides from Summer, wear me out until my Fall daydreams of slipping into Winter.

the Maypole in bloom,
spring teasing out desires
from all living things

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wee notes
Beltane: the anglicized name for the Gaelic May Day festival, most commonly held on May 1st, or about halfway between the spring equinox and the summer solstice.
Primavera: the Spanish word for spring.

written for Yesterday Never Dies – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 13)
I chose the 30th April prompt, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:
Poetizing the Maypole

Maypole in Bloom

A Beltane Quickie

Beltane is one of my favorite witchy holidays. Since I was old enough to understand the importance of romantic love, passionate lust, and the natural glory found in the full embracement of sexuality, I’ve been fascinated by the idea of a day with lovemaking at its center.

Yes, there are many other customs and rituals attached to May Day, but in my house… on Beltane… the rejoicing in the gifts offered by flesh and spirit we love comes on top.

On this day, I celebrate lust-full bodies and sensual minds, rich soil that wants, sprouting seeds readying to bloom… the delight offered by and given to my Piano Man who told me he “woke up feeling very spiritual today.” How I love that man…

Do something delightful with yourself, with another, or with others… the choice should always be yours… And while you are doing it, aim some of the life-giving energy of your joy towards the replenishing of Gaia… for the sexiest of all Green Ladies needs all the fertility boosting she can get.

Happiest Beltane and May Day frolicking, my Wicked Luvs… ♥

A Beltane Quickie