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As The Night
by Jasmine Sword-MannI am not afraid of dying.
It is the living I fear for, as the
nights endure in slow, lacunal
embalmment.
I am drained; my anxieties all
that is left in the fleshy frame of
this body I call a woman - a
veritable Pandora.
I am not afraid of dying.
No - I am afraid your hands will
tire of the weight of my
breasts pressed against you.
I am afraid my lips will no longer
be welcome to wrap themselves
around your hard shaft,
taking you in deeper as
I suffer your moans, as
the night lingers in apathy.
I am afraid the sheets will stay too
clean and crisp when you are
not there, when I part my
thighs to touch the quivering
wetness that lays between them.
I am afraid of never giving myself
fully in the throes of marriage
and sex and orgasm. I am afraid
one day I will lose the strength
of character to tell you I am done
I am done I am done I am
done. 11/29/2010 Posted on 11/29/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jasmine Sword-Mann
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/29/10 at 08:51 AM "my anxieties all that is left"
This piece really does speak volumes about the anxiety that many women feel in relation to their men and sex. I have to say this is spot on simply because in ways it reminds me of my girlfriend. Not in a bad way though! :) |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 11/29/10 at 05:15 PM That is a really powerful ending. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 11/29/10 at 08:02 PM wow jasmine.. wow.. this is so powerful .. such emotion within each stanza.. wow.. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/10 at 01:04 PM If you give this to him to read you will never have to worry about being "am afraid your hands will tire of the weight of my breasts pressed against you." Very nicely done young woman.
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