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.

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  * 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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