Choices

How do you pick from a bevy of beauties
Which is the right one for you?
How do you pick from a covey of cuties
Which is the right to woo?
How do you pick from a legion of lovelies
Which is the best one to do?
How do you pick from a gaggle of girlies
Which is the hot one to screw?

Time, No Time

Life is too crowded.
I have time to type a post,
But no time to think one up.
I have time to feel,
But no time to articulate emotion.
I have free ideas,
But no time to structure them into text.
Perhaps, tomorrow,
Perhaps, day after tomorrow,
Perhaps, next week,
I’ll have time.

Talent Spotting

One’s a little chubby, one’s a little thin,
One has dirty hair, one a pointed chin,
One has little boobs, one a flabby ass,
One is hoity-toity, one has zero class.

One is pretty dumb, one is really smart,
One is into crystals, one is into art,
One is stalked by demons, one seems too serene,
One seems very friendly, one seems sort of mean.

Which are truly sexy? Which are truly hot?
How to figure out what each has really got?
Which can make me happy? Which would make me mad?
For whom am I the prince? For whom am I the cad?

Don’t Ask

I care not for morals and the rest,
My hand is on your naked breast.
I must ignore the cans and can’ts,
My hand is in your underpants.
I can not tell the truth from lies,
My hips divide your parting thighs.

Fatigue

I am tired,
Worn out by intensity.
I seek calm, and reason.
I am beaten,
By those who care too much for too little,
And want it too soon.
I have been outrun,
By those to go too fast,
And those who don’t look where they are going.
I am tired, beaten, and behind,
But I am myself.

Dialog

Would you like?
Yes, I would.
Right now?
Would be good.
Come with me.
Upstairs?
More privacy.
Who cares?

You’re divine.
You amaze.
Just recline.
Let me gaze.
May I touch?
You may kiss.
Do you like?
It is bliss.

Come inside.
It’s my hope.
Don’t stop now.
I’m no dope.
It’s so good.
Luv your bod.
You’re so sweet.
You’re my god.

Reading About It

It’s been a long time since I read a really sexy novel. Here I mean sexy in the sense of trashy: bras being unsnapped, panties being lowered, vaginas being penetrated. I’m not sure quite why. It may have to do with image and self-importance. My current book is usually on the coffee table, available for evaluation. If the review is bad, some of the dirt sticks to me.

In my teens, sexy books were an important resource. Quite a lot about real-life sexual behavior can be gleaned from volumes like The Group and Catch-22 even if you do have to do some translation from make-believe back to the real world. One would not want to take the sex in Atlas Shrugged too seriously. Orwell got it better in 1984.

At some key point around the end of puberty, I spent a few days visiting with my grandparents. My grandmother had a few library books lying around which I picked up and read. I remember a scene or two in which earnest young men pleaded for clothing to be removed – and it was! Masturbation was required to relieve the arousal. Well, masturbation was pretty frequent as it was.

Now I usually have an audio book going in the car. Frankly, it’s not the best medium for sex scenes. I guess a male narrator doing female voices in falsetto works better than a female narrator reaching for the basso profundo and achieving a sort of adolescent counter-tenor, but mostly, sex seems to work best from the page to the brain without a slightly embarrassed intermediary doing the interpretation.

Uncertainty

Is this the time? Is this the place?
Is it a game? Is it a race?
I don’t know the rules.
What is the task? When is it due?
What is the risk? When was it new?
I don’t have the tools.
Who is a god? Who is king?
Who is in charge? Who gets the ring?
Are we all fools?

Night Noises

Lying in bed at night with the window open,
I hear the night sounds of the woods:
Crickets and other insects,
The rustle of little creatures.
Occasionally, the stamp of doe.

Who hears our sleep sounds:
Open mouth breathing, snoring,
The rustle of sheets?
What creature listens to the sounds of our lovemaking?

Conjugation of Obligation

I would
You could
He wouldn’t

We should
You would
They couldn’t