Her Name was Sensuality
A poem
A yearning grew within my breast
Heart beating, yelling, throbbing
Longing for desire’s touch
My own sensuality
But how?
How do I move my hips
Lick my lips
Touch so slightly
Tempting the need
When all I know is
Mechanical movement
Cold Iron touch
Stiff puppet strings
Numb
From predator’s bite
Desperation escaped
Parted lips
Searching
For warm breath
How could I feel my pulse
When death
Was how I lived?
I got on my knees
Flirtatious eyes fluttered
Open mouthed moan
Echoed echoed
Back to the howl
Of Wolf’s sober cry
Awaiting me was
The dark womb
Mother Earth embraced me
Held me
The yearning stilled
To listen
Wind caressed my ears
Seducing siren song
Trees swayed back and forth
Hypnotizing motion
Stars pulsed in and out
Playfully teasing
Coyotes sweet yelp
Vibrating south
Down down
Beneath river’s current
My body tremored
With memory
Remembering
Wild women ways
Ecstatic touch
Felt at the tip
Of every broken Finger
Mended
Imperfectly perfectly
Back together
With soul
In every stitch
A smile crossed
untamed lips
Eyes bore into
Knowing
My true name
Howled back
At me
Her name was
Sensuality
About the Creator
Caitlin OBrien
I write because I can’t imagine doing anything else.
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