It has long since tickled me that, in my endeavours to remove myself from the term pornography, because of its connotations, and instead, at points referring to myself as an erotic writer or artist. The word pornography actually means, in etymological terms, to write about 'prostitutes' or harlots. If you consider that back in the day, any woman who was free from the constraints of socialisation and just slept with who she wanted to, when she wanted to, would probably be referred to as a harlot, then it follows that much of my erotic writing is definitely pornography. Because I tend to write about female sexuality, sometimes in quite crude terms, always from the perspective of empowerment of women and promotion of autonomy and self-care.
Most of my erotica or pornography is not autobiographical, but this following poem is... It is about fantasising, whilst engaging in some self love, about someone giving you (me) great oral sex. The spoken word in the video is the poem read backwards, just something I was experimenting with at the time. The poem words will follow after the video and the password is cunni
SOUS LA LANGUE (pt2)
Want you to kiss me deep
Where the morning dew hides
Feel the bass in my rhythm
Feel the ebb of my tide
Open me up
Like the flowers
That blossom
(Depths of night)
Deeper wider
Further longer
Till i am breathless
Sweet sublime
Want you to kiss me slowly
Softly gently
Till i rise
Feel me Goddess
Feel me wanting
Feel me feeling
Your desire
To make me let go
Waves a crashing
Flowing rushing
Open wide
Feel me shaking
Deep contracting
You drinking deeper
All the while...
Funny... 4 days out of the normal realm of work and routine and i am propelled into thoughts of sex, death and love. I could lose myself in these thoughts... There will be a lot of weird posts in between now and January I imagine, before normal life resumes...
I dedicate this piece to myself and also to Mr Wildly Staccato... Meinen P❤️
