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being alive, creative writing, desire, erotic, Erotica, fantasy, fiction, life, love, need, passion, poem, Poetry, sex, spilled ink, spilled thoughts, spilled words, thoughts, words, writeitout, Writing
No baby, lie still
Put your hands on my hips
Support
Don’t guide
I want to feel free
I want to feel free
To ride
To enjoy you
To feel you
Probe deeper
Probe deeper
Explore me
Make me pant
Gasp
Use your tongue
Use your tongue
Teeth
Nip, pull, bite
Sigh
Exult
Exult
Feel the lifting
The passion
Ride the emotion
Grind
Grind
My need
So feral
Untamed
Explosive
©️ Juliette Turrell
Sometimes I think I’ve mastered shit poetry… they escape me like air bubbles under water, rising from my soul. It’s a moments work to try and capture an encompassing feeling and I often wonder if I do myself an injustice by placing them here. I dont call them my ‘shit’ poems for no reason after all… (self depreciating humour)
But, man… that’s a raw feeling and it trips out of my head, surely it’s an injustice to polish such an emotional reaction.
