Whisper

I crawl in the blank darkness 
toward a whisper I can’t hear;
just the faintest brush of breath 
against my tuning ear.

Naked is my disguise, 
smudged with dirt from holy sins,
hair tangled matted mess, 
forgotten fantasies bobby pinned.

Knees skid itching forward toward
your heat signature’s beckoning pull;
hottest parts erect magnetic charge,
my heat signature reddens — nocturnal

attraction a feral fever, finds my veins
throbbing to your predatory heartbeat,
now audible in my mind…each breath
I breathe you in until inhale of sweet,

sweet scent — the whisper I now hear:
mouth to mouth, now, tongue to tongue
colors collide in spectral outlines,

penetrated…  
you, I,
one.

~ Emily C.

5.5.17

Enter Me ~ w/audio

Enter me

my ivied gates are open
wet with dripping morning dew
verdant and virgin new

Come

see what’s my inside
my garden path awaits
your distinguished tastes

See me

with your eyes closed
explore depths unknown
feel what lies exclusively before

Spread

wide I offer my expanse
grow flowers from my lips
shine sun from my womb

Plunge

long until songbirds call
we will tumble hard
we will free fall

Entwined

our flesh on passion’s blanket
forgetting all but us, now
cushioned on a field of moans

Burst

as the new seed shoots in spring
I am your fertile ground in need
total bliss
in you
I receive

 

~ Emily C.

4.25.17

Shudder

my skin
your skin
friction
fire

wet skin
red skin
slide in
sire

fore play
play day
nightly
fuck

hip sway
rock away
squeezing
suck

nibble ear
tickle rear
spanking
swat

nail drag
hair tug
instinct
hot

hard pulse
walls swell
rhythm
high

stiff peak
heart quick
shudder
sigh

~ Emily C.

3.25.17

Everest

Beads of sweat
heated skin
eyes closed
feeling him
against me
in the night
the dark again
comes as I
come in waves
against him
swallowing
all my moans
biting lips in
vain to keep
sounds in
they still escape
to heights that
rival Everest
peaking with
intensity that
sets me high
upon a view
of mountains tall
the rolling hills
of breasts and bones
the sweat still
avalanching down
tracing lines
like tears crying
purest joy

 

~ by Emily C.

 

3.14.16

Infrared

Oh

I lost

you somewhere

and you had just arrived

tremoring inside my warm core

leaving your trail, your scent

cells that forever embed

joining together

us

My

body still, 

still infrared flared

your palm outlines still there

lips left their signature print planted

now absent in all but colored array

you’ve up and gone away

my breath responds

anyway

A

ghostly glimpse

your love came and went

a vision embodied for a brief moment

physical apparition breaking the firmament

to feel a fleeting collision, an imprint

that can now only be seen

by eyes that I

don’t have

~ Emily C.

3.14.17

I am a Nasty Woman

 

I’m Emily. And I am a nasty woman. I am a passionate, sensual, expressive, intelligent, strong woman. I write on many topics, and occasionally write erotica. That does not mean anyone has the right to sexually approach or touch me in any way. I believe in CONSENT.

I have been a victim of molestation by a random stranger on the street while walking home from school at age 15. I’ve been held against my will in rooms with “friends” trying to get something out of me because I was nothing but a nice friend to them. I know the fear. And I have said no. I have managed to get away. Not everyone has or can.

I have a degree in Political Science and History. I believe in respectful lively debate, and respectful healthy conflict. I am a Democrat. I believe that not all Republicans are my enemies or evil people, and likewise with Democrats. There are good and bad in each party.

The current president has conned his way to office based on pathological lies, sexual assault and victim-blaming, racism, colluding with a foreign power, blatant disrespect for disabled people, stoked flames of fear, has already planned to repeal the Climate Action Plan and LGBTQ policies. I believe this should scare everyone, not just the opposing parties. This is not about party affiliation, it’s about psychopathy.  That is why this Republican is different. That is why the country’s outrage is warranted.

In that vein, women and minorities are fiercely rising to protect basic human rights. These are rights that ALL humans should fight for, for what is America if not for welcoming immigrants (which we ALL are, or have descended from), for providing the less fortunate with access to health care, equal pay, job security, inclusion, for treating no man/woman as lesser than another in the eyes of the law?

I won’t be posting much about this but I felt this was worth the watch. And the poem that Ashely Judd is reciting so fucking well, is by 19 year-old Nina Donovan from TN. I don’t think I could have written anything better.

This is aimed at Trump. This is aimed at this cabinet. And this is aimed at people who have crawled out of the woodwork to support his demagogical ideology.

This poem and video and the fiery response is not aimed at the MAJORITY of men in the country who stand up for women’s rights, who don’t assume they can touch without asking, who believe that women need access to safe and affordable medical care, and equal wages.

THANK YOU to those men. I saw you today at the 5K this morning, and it made my heart swell and tears in the eyes.

Please watch and read this amazing poem.

I am a nasty woman
I’m not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheeto dust
a man whose words are a DIS-tract to America
electoral college sanctioned hate-speech
contaminating this national anthem

I’m not as nasty as Confederate flags being tattooed across my city
maybe the south actually  IS gonna rise again,
maybe for some it never really fell
blacks are still in shackles and graves just for being black
slavery has been reinterpreted as the prison system
in front of people who see melanin as animal skin

I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a Pride flag
and I didn’t know devils could be resurrected
but I feel Hitler in these streets
a mustache traded for a toupe
nazis renamed
the cabinet
electro-conversion therapy, the new gas chamber
shaming the gay out of America
turning rainbows into suicide notes

I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia
sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance,  white privilege

I’m not as nasty as using little girls like pokemon before their bodies are even developed
I am not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol
like your wet dreams infused with your own genes
…but yeah…

I’m a NAAAASTY woman.

A loud vulgar proud woman
I’m not nasty like the combo of Trump/Pence being served up to me in my voting booth

I’m nasty like the battles my grandmothers fought to get me INTO that voting booth

I’m nasty like the fight for wage equality
Why were the female actors paid
less than half of what the male actors earned last year?

See, even when we do go into higher paying jobs
our wages are still CUT with blades sharpened by testosterone
Why is the work of a black woman and a hispanic woman
worth only 63 and 54 cents of a white man’s privileged daughter

This is not a feminist myth

This is inequality

So we are not here to be debunked
we are here to be respected
we are here to be nasty

I’m nasty like my bloodstains on my bedsheets
we don’t actually choose if and when to have our periods
believe me, if we could, some of us would
we don’t like throwing away our favorite pairs of underwear
tell me why are tampons and pads still taxed
when Viagra and Rogaine are not?
Is your erection really more than protecting
the sacred messy part of my womanhood?
Is the bloodstain on my jeans more embarrassing
than the thinning of your hair?

I know it is hard to look at your own entitlement and privilege
you may be afraid of the truth, I am unafraid to be honest
it may sound petty bringing up a few extra cents
it adds up to the pile of change I have yet to see in my country
I can’t see, my eyes are too busy praying to my feet
hoping you don’t mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact
half my life I have been zipping up my smile hoping you don’t think
I wanna unzip your jeans

I am unafraid to be nasty because I am nasty like:

Susan, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Amelia, Rosa, Gloria

Condoleeza, Sonja, Malala, Michelle, Hilary

And our pussies
ain’t for grabbing.

Therefore reminding you our walls are stronger than America’s ever will be
Our pussies are for our pleasure
they are for birthing
new generations
of filthy, vulgar, nasty, proud, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Sikh,
you name it
for new generations of nasty women

so if you are a nasty woman or you love one who is,
let me hear you say,

Hell yeah!

~ Nina Donovan, 19, TN