I too like to eat out
For many people (me included) doing a sex poem is not that easy-(By a sex poem I mean, a poem about a sexual experience). This is coz you’d like to do it in a way that’s clear enough to pass the message across without being too graphic.
To tackle this, poets over the years have used the food metaphor-(comparing sex to food) and this works amazingly well. What method do you use in yours?
Here’s a piece I bumped into (from Pieces of My Heart by Makeda Silvera) and continue loving and learning from. I love the fact that it’s sensual n’ sweet, and clearly passes the message across-she likes it!
NB: It is written by a woman.
I too like to eat out
By Laura Irene Wayne
I too like to eat
To eat out
I like to eat among the brown, black brush
Pushing, parting, letting
My tongue graze amongst the dew
Searching, touching, tasting
The honey of the flower
I too like to eat out
To eat out
Massaging its petals into
Splendid form
Watching its growth harden
Flourish
Watering, eating to fill my insatiable appetite
Reading and drinking its sweet wine
Filling up on arousal, excitement
I too like to eat out
To eat out
I relish
Knowing my hunger will
Arise again
And I will find myself
Among the brush
I too like to eat
To eat out
