You were passed on to me by my mother,<\/p>\n
She has hundreds of you,<\/p>\n
Dusty, torn, ravished,<\/p>\n
In an abandoned heap of muslin behind her clothes.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t hand them over,<\/p>\n
I stole,<\/p>\n
Because I would wonder what made her so happy, occupied, involved.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Looking at my tiny<\/p>\n
Equally dusty, torn, ravished collection<\/p>\n
I wonder<\/p>\n
Why I kept coming back to you.<\/p>\n
I never particularly liked you,<\/p>\n
But here you are<\/p>\n
Occupying so much space.<\/p>\n
In my cupboard,<\/p>\n
(I don\u2019t have to hide you, like mom, mind you)<\/p>\n
So much in my head,<\/p>\n
Most of all,<\/p>\n
In my body.<\/p>\n
Out of everything you have touched,<\/p>\n
The deepest impressions are left on my body.<\/p>\n
Some inside it.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Pulling up my faded cotton panties<\/p>\n
With holes in them the size of ignorance,<\/p>\n
I would wonder,<\/p>\n
How would I be desirable to anyone,<\/p>\n
Wearing these<\/em>?<\/p>\n The prickly uneven hair<\/p>\n Sprouting near my navel<\/p>\n Would touch my fingers with a soft thud,<\/p>\n Making them drive further south.<\/p>\n I liked it.<\/p>\n I enjoyed it.<\/p>\n But none of your heroines displayed similar body terrains.<\/p>\n However, I am waiting.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You have always been a strange mix.<\/p>\n You make me want,<\/p>\n Beg sometimes.<\/p>\n I discovered the hot breaths and cold compresses of desire between your pages.<\/p>\n Like a thirsty, insatiable lover<\/p>\n I would come back for more,<\/p>\n For what, I am not sure.<\/p>\n You made me want<\/p>\n Yet you hardly made me feel wanted.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Once in a while I would come across<\/p>\n Imperfections<\/p>\n (A dirty word, but that\u2019s what they call them,<\/p>\n Tricks of the trade).<\/p>\n I\u2019d breathe a little lighter<\/p>\n And feel the space around me expand,<\/p>\n The walls would stop contracting<\/p>\n And closing in on me.<\/p>\n Where do I look for more space though?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Do I come back for the happy endings?<\/p>\n Or for the men,<\/p>\n Who know pace?<\/p>\n Who take it slow?<\/p>\n Or hard, when they have to?<\/p>\n They seem to listen, these men.<\/p>\n They seem to feel.<\/p>\n The worlds inside them are abuzz with emotions.<\/p>\n Nevertheless,<\/p>\n They too aren\u2019t devoid of their\u2026<\/p>\n Imperfections, should we call them?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Every time I pick you up<\/p>\n I know<\/p>\n That the landscape of my body<\/p>\n And my desires<\/p>\n (Probably) won\u2019t be unrecognised here.<\/p>\n In this grave absence and presence<\/p>\n Of body and want around me,<\/p>\n I come to you<\/p>\n Knowing<\/p>\n That the language of my desires and fantasies,<\/p>\n Partly rhymes with yours.<\/p>\n Sometimes that is all I need.<\/p>\n Cover Image: Pixabay<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Looking at my tiny\/ Equally dusty, torn, ravished collection\/I wonder\/Why I kept coming back to you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":244,"featured_media":17444,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2021,8],"tags":[66,364,2027,1003,25],"class_list":{"0":"post-17402","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-categories","8":"category-erotica-and-sexuality","9":"category-voices","10":"tag-desire","11":"tag-erotica","12":"tag-exploration","13":"tag-sexual-fantasies","14":"tag-sexualities"},"menu_order":536,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17402","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/244"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17402"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17402\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17464,"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17402\/revisions\/17464"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}