Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

Vanilla Sex by A. D. Coleman

Knowing Beans

He made her wear them

all day tucked inside

white silk, smooth velvet—

thin, hard, fragrant, brown;

slightly rasping, they

slid down to gather

dampness, flavoring

slick heat, nestled there

till after dinner:

ready at last, brandy

by the fire, savor

of vanilla sex.

 

Reproduced without permission but with no ill intent. Published originally in Porcupine Literary Arts Journal, 2006. 

 

I share this not because this particular blog is intended to be about poetry - it isn't. However, one of the purposes of this blog is to express strongly my own self and my views and thoughts about the world through my eyes.  Sex positiveness is something I'm passionate about - sharing this poem ties into this idea of sex as something to be shared not behind whispers but with some sort of delighted juicy irreverence that is both ordinary and sublime all at once.