Down.

I find you hard

Like stone

In breathless longing

And dry hunger 

 

And I go down

To ease you 

Of gripping cloth

And twisted ache

 

I hear your moan

Long and deep 

As I kiss you 

Taught and smooth 

 

Without shame 

I taunt and tease 

Circling

Rounding

Peak and rim

 

Then down again 

In wet reverie 

I thirst

For you 

And take you whole

 

And you groan low

And I hold tight 

When you release 

In salty storm

The clouds of your self 

— Written by guest author, The Poetess, V.

V. is a Wizened Woman entering the doorway to her sixties. As the cultural mythos tells us, women aren’t supposed to be sensually alive down there after a certain age. V wrote this poem after discovering the unexpected—she is not only very much alive, but has also awakened to a whole new erotic pulse running through her she had yet to explore. My deep gratitude goes out to V for sharing such personal poetic prose from her own Vulnerability Vault and passing on experienced wisdom from Woman to Women.