Kindergarden Jesus

WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

Based on the truth

Kindergarden Jesus

You stand there
Surrounded by littl’uns
Like some kind of
Kindergarden Jesus
You wear graciousness divinely
Like a designer label
Without the ostentation

‘Sarah’ you exclaim
And I want to lay you down
When I hear my name
Spoken like a Psalm
From your deity of a tongue
Two can play this
‘I’m innocent’ charade
Eyes that speak
In shrouded
Synonyms
Eyes that deny
expression

Lips linger
Languishing in laments
Of fuck me now
And we lie side by side
In our kingsize bed
And seductive sonnets
resound
At the perfection of
Your sublime form
And the artistic curve
Of your nubile breast
And whole arias
Are played on the flesh
Of your orchestra bones
I feel like a have a
Back stage pass
To God’s Creation

‘Don’t be a stranger’
Kindergarden Jesus says
Picks a child’s coat up
From off the
Classroom floor
And I see my life
Trodden beneath your
‘can’t fuck you’ feet
And you hold out
your arms as if to meet
Me at the other side
Of the rainbow
But I am not fucking
Dorothy
And we are not in
Fucking Kansas
anymore

Your warm embrace
Is a Judas’ kiss
And I do not confess
Where I am not
The only one
to have sinned

I toss
My counterfeit coins
And wait for the taste
Of my bitter
Betrayal.

©2020 Sarah Drury

You Fucked Her

WARNING! ADULT THEMES. EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. SWEARING.

A Poem about my cheating ex.

YOU FUCKED HER

You were Jesus
I always thought
You went away
With an
Honourable dick
All I wanted was
Loyalty
You returned with
Your halo
Of guiltlessness
Stinking of
Sanctimonious
Shit

So why did I
Find myself
Acting like a fucking
Neurotic bitch
MI5
Russian spy
And I had it coming
Pussy pics
On floppy disc
Interrogated
Your sorry ass
‘but look at that
Perfect pussy’ you said

And I knew you had
Fucked her
I Wanted to punch you
In your fucking
Lying head
Technology was
Your Judas
Sold for a sordid fuck
And a hard dick

It was worth your
Crucifixion
Bear your cheating cross
And see if
A perfect pussy
Will resurrect
Your lying ass.

© 2020 Sarah Drury

Sin

I was brought up for some of my life as a Jehovah’s Witness, but found the lifestyle and the whole issue of organised religion too restrictive so left. I have always been attracted to girls but felt as though it was sinful in some way. I read the book and saw the dramatisation of ‘Oranges are not the Only Fruit’ by Jeanette Winterson and this poem is based on both my own experiences and inspired by the book.

WARNING: EXPLICIT AND RELIGIOUS CONTENT

Just
Two young girls
Our sixteen years
Serving Jesus
Sanctimonious
Sacrificial years
Saving our sorrowful
Souls
Unblemished
With the scourge
Of sin?

So why
When I look at you
With my
Heathen, profane eyes
Does my bursting heart
Beat
To the rhythm
Of the Revelation Beast?
Does my mind
Obsess
With wicked thoughts of
Sinful things
Are we less than less?

My sacred sexuality
Comes alive
And my heart
Praises the wanton, fallen
Angels
That are us
We hide our
Youthful kisses
Stolen in the
Echoes of
Iniquity
Lips tell tales
Of lust
And we touch
Down there
And I don’t
Fucking care
If God
Strikes me down
For I lay down
On a bed of bliss
with
A Goddess

And when our
Bodies dance wildly
With the scourge
Of the conniving devil
And our sweet juices
Flow like
Golden nectar
From heaven
And our hearts
Are euphoric oceans
And our love
Is an immense universe
Just for two
How can this
Be sin?
How can this
Be sin?

©2020 Sarah Drury

Pistachio

WARNING: EXPLICIT

And the pistachio
Ice cream
Suits your
Raspberry sorbet
Lips
Frosted
Tongues dipped in
Winter
Kisses
Souls dipped in
Summer
Fucks

And it
Suits your
Watermelon
Wet dream
Breasts
Succulent
Rosebud nipples
Cascading aqua vitae
On the plateaus
Of my
Predator tongue
As I languish
In a hazy daze
Of fuck me
Probability

And as I lustfully
Lap up the
Errant dairy
From your chest
Like a hungry babe
Fed at the breast
My fingers
Wander to your
Pistachio lips
And as you
Lick the last
Remnants
Of our erotic
Musings
I thank
God
For Italy

©2020 Sarah Drury

Chanel

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