Ode to A Grecian Urn*
*… or why I love fucking my girlfriend.
I am developing an understanding
Of why men
Love to fuck.
The appeal of slipping inside someone
Feeling them clasped warm and tight
Around your cock
Around your hand
Is overwhelming.
It can not be denied.
It is extremely hot
In the caverns of a woman
Extremely hot to enter them as well
The journey of working your body into her
Only adding to the thrill
Of the sensations you feel
As she slowly opens around you.
When in presence of a woman
Particularly a sensual, beautiful woman
Who I imagine, or know,
Will be warm and wet and waiting,
It is difficult to think about anything
Other than getting my fingers inside her
Feeling her slick and hot
Against my palm
And finding out how much of me she can hold.
Women make jokes
Snide remarks
Exchange knowing glances
About men who are obsessed with size
But now I finally understand why:
The more of myself I put inside her
The more I want to give.
I can fuck her for hours
Tease her with my fingers
Until she takes my whole hand
And then, with one fist
Trapped inside her
Start wishing I had more.
Running the fingers of my other hand
Across her clit
Down to the soft and slippery place
Where my wrist enters her body
I slowly slip one inside
And we both come.
Overwhelmed by the sensation
Of having both hands trapped
In our passion and her heat
I am grateful for coming to
A better understanding
Of the desires of men
And still more thankful that
As a woman,
I feel no need to stop.
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I wrote the title, subtitle, and first stanza of this poem a few months ago but let it go fallow. Then, this morning, I decided that finishing it would be a nice way to spend my Valentine’s Day. It’s not perfect, but it’s getting there. It is, I think, at least solid enough to be seen.
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