Massaging Each Other

Massaging Each Other😍👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨✍️

There we were,
Abreast of one another,
Or,
To be grammatically a brother, –
Beside each other,
Side by side, close to…
Nose to…
(I’m a sucker for a rhyme)
Morning fingers pushing gently,
Then experimentally
Finding spots so tender
From the night before.
Here and there, right sore
Indeed.
Not eros –
Nothing like that fed or seeded.
Just the miracle of touch.
Magic finger brains coupled to
The intuition. Such
Intelligence.
No wonder we’ve survived these million years.

Massaging Each Other 9.19.2018 Love Relationships II; Circling Round Eros II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin.

The Listening Lover

            The Listening Lover👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨
 
I asked myself today
As if I were inquiring of someone else,
“What is a lover you’d call good?”
Myself made references to what it knows.
The answer came in one small phrase
Hovering over any other;
It was this: the listening lover.
Not athletic, active, virile,
Not a grunter with no smile.
This: a listener
That moves untaught with every signal,
Sensing, waiting, holding back, until
 
With intuition honed,
What body’s pulse has telephoned,
A glistening outcome follows up;
Nature’s own sweet lollipop:
The consequence of listening.
 
The Listening Lover 8.24.2018 Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Nover Corwin

She Dry, He Soft

In these days of online conservatism, I dare not publish what-I-think-is a sweet and loving poem.  Of course, I won’t hesitate to put it into one of three books (see bottom of poem), since I consider it a good poem in itself and an observation worth the art.  Hope you agree.

 

       She Dry, He Soft

 

She dry, he soft.

They hold aloft romance and passion.

Does not passion pass on?

And what stance does romance take

When body fails?  Does one fake?

The keys are there in every action:

Every whispered word, touch, clutch.

Intensity may modify.  

Who needs to reach the sky each twinkling of an eye?

Friendship’s warmth and harmony

Lie at the heart of passion’s key,

And if they go, so will the rest.

At best, what’s left but superficiality –

A shell – and crusty one at that,

Destined in the upshot to fall flat.

She dry, he soft, not often reaching Everest,

Yet sex, oh yes, the very best,

Back and forth in all its warmth.

Superlative

In giving.

She Was Dry, He Was Soft 7.1.2018 Circling Round Aging; Eros Ii; Love Relationships II;

 

 

The Rapist (or The Moment’s Spurt)

           The Rapist

(Or The Moment’s Spurt)

 

A moment’s spurt and then it’s over!

Gone, kaput,

Put nowhere where no one is grateful.

Over till the next sex blurt

Of high testosterone takes over,

Wits a twisted brutal brute.

 

Cock raised high – or not

That shot of lust bursts in.

Do rapists think they win?

Do they not feel tired after

Someone’s daughter?

Fornication; violent violation

For the stupid spurt’s ejaculation?

 

It is so simple: lesson done:

You rape no one!

Any moron knows that fact.

There’s no sex act

That vindicates coercion.

 

Leave the semen deep within.

Leave the women! (end of sentence).

The whole is over in a minute.

Think of something else to do

When raping’s impulse comes into you.

Think of yogurt, think of dirt

Think of concerts, Uncle Bert.

Think of anything but hurt.

It is at most a moment’s spurt.

 The Rapist 3.5.2018 Circling Round Eros II; Nature of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

The Great Lover

         The Great Lover

The great lover:

Quiet, yet beneath a furnace;

Passion without fuss.

The greatest plus!

How can one explain it?

Concentrated, in the moment,

Expectations nil, from self or other;

Blend of lover and of brother.

How can one describe it?

Mind not pushing, body rushing,

Or conversely,

Mind not rushing, body pushing.

Blend of observation and involvement;

Participation all the way,

One might say, creation;

Jazz improvisation, for,

What happens happens.

This great lover is creative,

Not dependent on a pattern,

Yet there is one –

Never monochrome but comfortable like home.

Reader, do you follow?

Do I reach you?

I’m not boasting out of vanity,

But out of joy.  Oh boy!

I’ve got him.

 The Great Lover 1.27.2018 Love Relationships II; Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Corwin

 

I Was Thinking About…Orgasms

     I Was Thinking About… Orgasms

I was thinking well,

That orgasm is just orgasm:

That and only that.

So what

Is all the fuss about?

It’s over when it’s over.

Then it’s over.

What is wrong with us?

Making all that fuss?

At eighty-three,

Experiential, observationally

I know.

I knew that many years ago.

And so, I thought I’d share this piece of wisdom: wisdom’s peace.

 

I don’t imagine any creatures

In the world of nature

Go around with fantasies.

They’re made to do it upside down and right side up

Sideways, frontways; ways that burp and slurp and cup;

After courting, both exhausted,

Nothing forced, small joust completed,

There’s an end.

Splendid seconds or whatever,

He goes his way, never thinking back with fever.

Neutral fact, passing act,

Overrated,

We fixated.

Org-astic yes, fantastic –

But at best, an instant.

I Was Thinking About Orgasm 12.6.2017 Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Corwin

* orgasm |ˈôrˌgazəm|

noun

a climax of sexual excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and (in men) experienced as an accompaniment to ejaculation.

 

 

 

Advice About Sex: Consciousness

       Advice About Sex: Consciousness

It isn’t ‘nice’

To give advice

About the art of copulating.

There are many ways of fornicating,

Very few to carnal urges,

Carnal surges being what they are.

Double myrrh

Is double pleasure;

Philosophic, not erotic.

 

It is wise to sacrifice,

Pay the price

Of being spat at,

Being got at,

Many living lives in anguish;

The taboo in all – all foolish.

 

Words of wisdom come to this:

When you touch,

Be cognizant of what you feel

In your person, as your person.

You yourself are sealed onto

All the knowledge in the world.

 

Always subject/object both,

Know how much

You are the subject though subjecting

Other to a lover’s clutch.

Be betrothed

To him and you, her and you,

Even it, yes, it and you.

 

One with brain and all the senses,

Make the fences that divide,

Of flexible, transparent goods;

Not barriers but guides

To knowledge, peace and joy –

All upside with no downsides.

 

Here’s the pool of rule that is the school,

The tool as well as fuel:

Pay attention to sensation in your senses and your limbs.

Do not think too much, evaluating her or him.

Loving is a kind of gym –

A paradigm of health and recreation;

Educational if let:

The entire carnal alphabet.

 

Advice About Sex: Consciousness 9.16.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Definitely Didactic; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin

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