Sexually Me
Sexually Me
They say loving sex makes you a whore
They say loving sex makes you a whore
I say loving sex just makes you a sexy lover
Sexually speaking is what this poem is really about
Because there is no doubt that I love sexxxx
If that statement makes me a whore
Then I say I’ll wear that fucking label
Because I come from a line of women
Who were forced to use their sexuality
In order to become and remain free
From the virgins in Africa who wanted to be bride of some rich king
To escape a life of poverty
To my ancestors who sexed the master’s during slavery
In order to keep together their families
Down to my great-grandmother who knew the value of good pussy
Don’t phoomph for nothing she admonished
You see phoomphing is tantamount to that mind-blowing,
Make-you-come-twice, stroke-your-dick-so-good
You-forget-your-own-name kind of sex
And when you have sex, if you’re not going to phoomph,
Shit…don’t even bother, save your money and your condoms,
Just keep your dick under wraps (and I do mean that literally)
When I have sex, I don‚Äôt just do it like that Nike clich?©
I doooo it, shit
I become the experience of sex and sex becomes me
We become three, a trinity--sex, myself and me
I am feeling him and he is feeling me
When he touches me here and here and –oh, shit—
Right there
I’m sucking in all the air as I breathe in my man
His sweat his scent
Releasing that energy which was pent up
Making him feel like he’s king of the world even though he’s looking up at me
Woman on top
Making his heart stop in between throbbing pulsations
And the next sensation is
Too difficult to mention
Because my eyes start to butter (flutter)
And my heart skips a fleat (beat)
And then I come with ecstasy
To this new place called sexuality
A place where no boy or girl has ever gone before
Because this place is for grown folks
And as we lay there spent, legs all twisted and bent
Not knowing whose juices are whose
I sit there and choose my destiny
Knowing exactly who I am and what
Exactly I stand for, knowing that me and my love of sex are one and the same
And I cannot separate my womanhood from sexuality any more than I can leave my
Vagina on my closet shelf
Because I love sex
I said I love sex and if that statement
Makes me a whore
Then fuck all those non-orgasm-having, can’t-get-it-up-haters, because like the commercial once said, who could ask for anything more?
Myla Jones--2006
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sexually me
Myla myla, i love the way you express yourself...so beautiful...the way you can put your feeling down in words.. i love your poems..
i love sex too,
i have this sexual flame that never died..
i have sex fever that keep burning inside me...
i am on fire with sexual desires .. i am hot, burning hot...for sexual pleasure............
that only HE can put out...and only HE can satisfy my sexual appetite....
I see Myla's poem as a celebration of herself as a sexual being. Sex and sexuality, as presented in this society, is a dichotomy. on one hand, sex is all around us and is used to sell everything from cars to toothpaste. On the other hand, there are all manners of stigmas and taboos regarding ses as promogated by many organized religions and our upbringings. The result, in my opinion, is the wide range of sexual pathologies from incest to child pornography and various sexual disfunctions.
Myla's poem proclaims that a sexual being is part of who she is. She accepts it, she acknowledge it and she proclaim it. If we were socialized with such a frame of reference, accepting our sexuality instead of repressing it, a large part of the insanity we see in society regarding sex would be negated.
Thank you for the appreciation and feedback regarding "Sexually Me"...it took years (can I say that with a capital Y?) before I was able to so freely express my sexual self--familial hangups and societal taboos be damned!
How lovely is the vision in the scene I had of you. I have to thank you for liberating yourself. I felt your freedom through your loins. Thank you.
I wonder what the morning after read like?