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.