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The M Word

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CAUTION: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT

Man sits with his
hand down his pants
Masturbating sir?
Fiddling with your bits?
And that is acceptable

Woman sits with her
hand down her pants
Masturbating madam?
Playing with your clit?
And that is NOT acceptable

He’s
Spanking the Monkey
Jerking the Gherkin
Beating his meat
Waxing the carrot
Tugging the slug
Burping the worm
Playing pocket pinball
Pulling the Pope
He’s wanking
He’s wanking
He’s wanking

And guess what?

WOMEN MASTURBATE

We’re
Auditioning the finger puppets
Fanning the fur
Buttering our muffin
Diddling Miss Daisy
Playing the piano
Petting the bunny
Flicking the bean
Smacking the pony
She’s wanking
She’s wanking
She’s wanking
(but ‘nicely’)

And why do all the
female wanking
euphemisms
Sound so goddam acceptable
So goddam wholesome
So goddam
NICE!

Do we have to be
beautified and stereotyped
even in masturbation?

Is it because it sounds
gentler falling upon
women’s ears?

Or less offensive
Screaming in the ears
of the men?

©2020 Sarah Drury

Oedipus

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CAUTION – EXPLICIT

Oedipus

You’d had a three in the bed you said
You smelled of expensive whiskey
If I’d have taken a match to you
You’d have burned in Hell
I loved you
But I didn’t love your insensitive mouth
When it ran with tales of sex and indiscretion
Of screwing whores and adultery
You must have fucked the telephone directory
Or be bullshitting

I fell into your trap
Sitting for hours online spouting utter crap
About how we’d make such sweet, sweet love
Insanely when we met
Had I slept with any women
But never wanting to know whether
I’d fucked any sexy men
Maybe you were just jealous
Or threatened

We skipped the light fandango
Took foolish risks
Burning sheets alight with red hot sex
I never liked a penis
But it was all part of the thing with men
A soulless blow job
Was part of the meal deal
Cucumber when you’re partial to peaches

You never hid any of your other seedy conquests
You relished in detailing the bitter facts
How Annie in Dublin had the perfect pussy
And you’d taken the perfect picture
To commemorate the perfect fucking fuck
And what was I supposed to do?
Get on my feet and applaud?

I don’t know why I always went for older guys
Maybe I saw in you a patriarch
Maybe the lines on your face promised me
A map of my heart
Some may say it was Oedipal
But I wouldn’t know
I have no memories
Of my father

©2020 Sarah Drury

Chanel

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WARNING: EXPLICIT!

Chanel

I knew I’d score
Twenty quid
Of lacy satin
Smoothed all over my
Body Shop buffed
Plump and sumptuous
Derriere
Two lips rosy red
And two lips
below
Anticipating bonjour
Avec
Un homme nouveau
A new man

I hadn’t met you
Before.
You saunter in
Atmosphere as thin
As an emaciated
Promise
Your glass cut eyes
Hue as blue as
A summer sky
Reflecting
I want
To
Fuck you

Our lips collide
Movie moments
Tongues entwined
Two bodies
Forced hotly together
For the first time
Passion in
The firing line
And your hand
Feels just fine
Just fucking fine
Sliding below my panty line

Fervent fingers flirting with
Fantasies
Don’t rush now
We’ve many moments
In time
I like this furious fire
Within my loins
Moist panties
Slick with the juices
Of ‘I haven’t
Been fucked for
A long time’

I love the sonorous slide
Of dampness
This dew of lust
Kissing my ears
As his fingers
Kiss
My soul
And I want
To be fucked

But not yet

For this day
L’homme
Mysterieux
Will wear my scent
On his expert fingers
Like I am
A perfumery
Like I
Am
Chanel

©2020 Sarah Drury