I don’t consider myself a poetic at all, but I have been known to pen one or two from time to time.  So, I’ve been attending the only symposium at Savvy Authors this week and came across a writing challenge.  It seemed like fun, so I went for it. The challenge was to select a poem, then close your eyes and pick a line.  Whatever line you selected had to be the first line of the new poem you wrote.

So, I dug out one of two poetry books I own (No really, I had to dig through a box to find it)  Erotique Noire/Black Erotic and I chose Discoveries by Gloria Wade-Gayles

**Warning** There is some language in this one, apparently I was feeling all militant when I wrote it. 🙂

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I kept it covered with
long flowing dresses and skirts,
with scarves and veils

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I kept it covered with
your oppressive, sexist bullshit philosophies,
with your lewd and salacious stares
But fuck you!
My sensuality is mine and mine alone to claim
mine alone to explore…

I keep it covered with
my ideas and intuition
with my own dreams and fantasies

Oh, and tattoos
lots and lots of tattoos

*snap snap snap* <–Yes, I snapped for myself 🙂

You know, doing this challenge really got the creative juices flowing, so I went into the vault to dig up some of my older stuff.   I only found two pieces. ~blank stare~  (Guess they we’re up to snuff so I didn’t bother keeping them.  Told ya’ I wasn’t a poet-lol.)

Of the two I found, one is forever lost as I cannot remember the darn password I put on it.  Ahh, but the one I did find… Wow, just let me preference this by saying, I was trying to be sexy.

Here goes:

You asked, “Where do you miss me?”
My response, “Everywhere.”

From the top of my head, to the bottom of my feet, and all the places in between.

My ears miss your smooth, moist tongue playing with them
My neck misses your long, soft kisses; you know the ones that make me come undone
My breasts miss the pleasure-and the pain- you bring
My friend misses the way your tongue caresses her, bringing her to climax,
causing her to rain down her satisfaction
She also misses your friend, the muscular one that strokes her the way she
likes to be stroked; bringing her to climax again, and again, and again
My feet miss the pleasure and contentment that you create, your touch brings so much gratification and desire

My legs miss the sensation of feeling drained and weak after a session with you
My fingers miss the attention you pay to them
The insides of my arms miss your kisses
My body misses being wrapped up in your arms….

I feel so safe and secure there

I miss you everywhere

Ok, that’s if for my poetry vault, as it were.  But this was fun, as well as a great way for me to get some free writing out of the way before tackling my wip for the day.

Don’t be shy, post your responses to my poetic attempts.  Better yet, post some of your poems in the comment section below.  Randomly choose a line or poetry, or song lyric, and have at it.