Bedded, blessed and bared

  • So many contemporary depictions of sex are crass, pornographic and over-idealistic, in novels and films. This poem attempts to be erotic, and at the same time, subtle.


    Plump and pretty, crowned with surprise;

    beautiful your buttons, delightfully they rise,

    gravity un-defied, our bodies slightly battered,

    tired limbs entangled, hearts somewhat tattered.

    Fumbling blind in your hinge-opened thighs,

    slow foraging fingers, sleep-sensual eyes;

    purse-clasp open, pressed pussy-willow tip:

    rhythmic spasms whip your shapely hips.


    My crooked warm wonder shows little indecision,

    bare bishop-head smooth, piston-like precision,

    sunken to hilt, my sword sinks to inner core,

    ecstatic neurons sing but tendons slightly sore.

    Silent bodies bump, deep in understanding,

    mutual submission, romantic that *commanding,

    long covenanted couple, deep our strong roots,

    bedded, blessed and bared, sweet shared fruit.


    * Sexual drives are strong, but marriage is strong enough to contain them and provide for a balanced and fulfilling sexual life in a world of sexual disorder. The marriage bed must be a place of mutuality—the husband seeking to satisfy his wife, the wife seeking to satisfy her husband…1 Corinthians 7: 2 & 3

    “The Song of Songs” – woodcut by Eric Gill, 1925


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