This is Not Porn; (and) I'm Not Horny

This is Not Porn; (and) I’m Not Horny
by tara przybille bradley
No moan
at the end of your tongue
No nipple
or spots between any necks or collar bones
I have not stumbled onto anything woody
Nor are you lifting my shirt
To the sound of cocking, flowering guns
Pumping, pumping, pumping their pistons
all over my poem.

0 thoughts on “This is Not Porn; (and) I'm Not Horny

  1. Dammit! I guess the orgy has to end sometime! lol. Nice antithesis spoken with backup choir of Puritans. How’s that baby by the way? See, i was always told that after a couple months a woman who just gave birth would immediately want another and would be more than eager to jump back atop that horse. lmao. Guess that’s wrong. But during the pregnant glow semester, i also heard that women were like sex-zealots! That might be wrong too. Halifax told me all these lies. He might be full of shipoopi.
    At any rate, well-structured and economical poem. I enjoyed the read immensely, even though i was not aroused and the effect was something akin to the aftermath of swimming in the lake. rofl.

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