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

The Making Of Perfect Love

     The Making Of Perfect Love

The sex is simple.

Though there’s pattern, never boring.

Feeling new, e’en better every time.

How can that be?

The years have passed the ‘sell by’ date,

And one knows couples who

Are either bored to death or hate

The touch, approach,

Who douche

Just to escape the loathing

(even some who wear their clothing

into bed).

 

But with us, we focus.

Simple, the affection real,

Start so gradual

It’s hardly recognizable as such.

As for the finish,

Since there never was a start,

It sometimes has no end,

Just petering from aged tiredness

With never a dissatisfaction,

Life and day continuing

In the most natural of ways.

 

The Making of Perfect Love 5.9.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Pure Nakedness, Circling Round Aging; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Pleasures Of A Low Sex Drive

Low sex drive,

No sex drive,

Enjoying it,

The yearning, pining, longing gone,

Not missing it a bit.

Distracting thoughts,

One-sided thoughts,

Dissipated into thin, thin air,

Scattered and dispelled God-knows-where.

Who in heaven or hell cares?

Like losing fetters

That bound up mind, heart

(and other parts) for years.

What a delight

To have hormonal chains

Evaporate

All by themselves, fording

Oceans, seas and rivers

Of their own accord

To come to rest

Inside a calm and loving breast

That doesn’t give a hoot

About

A screw.

 

Pleasures of A Low Sex Drive 1.21.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Bedfellows


One’s had friends in bed and foes in bed.

How do you tell the difference?

A friend can wait, showing no heat,

No urgency.

The friend acts with simplicity,

Intuitively taking in each movement:

Packing it away as knowledge.

 

Enemies may never learn.

Don’t know the game.

Full of sexuality,

But kinky if encouraged.

Something’s missing in this bedfellow,

This fellow is a foe.

Soft, rough,

His bit of fluff will never feel enough.

In some way he’s the enemy.

 

The friend will stop when he intuits.

Never grouchy, even-tempered, ever civil,

Showing love in darling ways, –

Almost asking for permission,

Sex not the priority –

Except when it is, really.

It is sweet and turns one on.

 

Friends in bed, and foes in bed –

The difference subtle.

Friends produce a long-term trust,

Long-term acceptance;

Enmity defined by just

Its opposite:

Relation that starts out with love

And loses it.

 

Bedfellows 11.6.2012/ discovered on a scrap 6.4.2014 and re-worked.

Love Relationships II; Circling Round Eros II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Lazy Love

They wake –well, ‘wake’ is not the word.

Lids refusing opening, muscles slack,

Wakefulness alone marking awareness.

Arm reaching left, remote device bedside,

Sliding, a mere automaton

Reaching near, she presses On;

Lo, light, sound and the television.

Still, the eyes are shut,

Yet something’s wakened.

Lying still, an arm embraces;

Bodies in slow motion snake-en.

Unidentifiable, un-nameable, encased

In one another’s arms, things happen –

Young, fresh, hippy Happening

Straight from the ‘Swinging Sixties’.

Here’s a pair way past their 60’s

Rising high above the years,

Skies above their years

Entranced, in love, enlivened,

Eyes blinked open where

The mini-moans of pleasure bear

Some mini-tears of joy.

 

Lazy Love 7.23.2016

Circling round Eros II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Whole-Body Sex

 

Where least important is the penis and its mate,

Where body-whole squirms,

Both affirming and confirming love,

The stem of love,

The germ of love in every cell,

The spring from which an all-love flows

Feels very, very well

Indeed.

 

Not form-physique,

Not parts –

(They’re only parts)

But soul/mind/hearts

Defining something deeper,

Terminating in, perhaps

Eternity.

 

Whole Body Sex 11.23.2013/revised 12.16.2015

Circling Round Eros II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

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