So -- with slightly more R-rated language than usual -- I did.
by Christopher Walsh, 4/18/2010
She knows --
-- Knows with warm certainty, happy certainty, relieving certainty:
He will touch me there.
She knows the sensations, the explorations --
With hands, with mouth, with skin, and (after a time) with penis
At moments of being rippling, humorously ticklish
Bringing a chuckle and smiles
With its momentary almost-discomfort being -- again -- momentary
And their mutual search moves on along with their bodies:
She knows --
-- I know where to touch him, too;
She knows places to explore,
More sensations to find
More joyous noises to cause
More warmth and more helpful, smoothing-out wetness
From their pores, from their mouths, from her vagina
All among the tools that elicit their shared, assisting-each other joy.
She knows without always needing to think in words
-- In body-describing words that seem never elegant enough for the sensations the body can find:
Words which are treated (cunt cock pussy) as vulgarities,
Or words that seem (tongue) almost silly,
But words which hold
(never very hidden)
The chance for immensities of joyful feeling,
Of explosions of it --
As these are things she knows
And things he knows
In their bones and their blood and their flesh and their minds.
It is knowledge happily found.
It is known.
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