Lust Calendar

LUST CALENDAR

One year it was big
Hair.
Blondes, Brunettes
--Maybe black and redhair
Were not as important.

People (maybe men) wanted to see this
Tall coiffures monuments
To pins, hairspray and
18-Century hairdo scaled down
In the calendar.

Last year it was Legs.

And the year before boobs
DD cups
Round boobies, conical boobies, fake boobs,
Boobs that failed the cell-phone test.
-- (cell-phone should drop if
placed under boob.)
Push up bra. I began to wonder about bras.
Before it was bought product
-- you know what I mean.

We'll get around to women's
Sexuality.
Do women really lust like men?
Want to just fuck?
You know follow their cunt's (vulva's)
Pulse;
Not just their hearts.
All this other body speculation will stop.
We'll have fun.

Remember the ankle year?
No? Gosh there was no end
To the long dresses, skirts.
Some dragged through mud,
Spit, dog poop, pools of
Muddy rain.
All for a quick flash
Of female ankle.
-- as she struggled to overcome
Nature.
Slender
Delicate
Supporting the whole female
Bones and fleshed frame.
Sturdy.
-- People forgot the sturdy aspect
First.

If they could forget that,
There was still a chance.

If we could just get to the
Sex, Women's sexuality.
No more euphemism, and
Hush girly talk about what
We want. Hints, and
Nonverbal symbols of the
Hands, lips, and mouth sounds.
"Suck my Clit. Now!"

My Secret Garden, Woman on Top,
Hite Book that was our
Sex needs. Even Second Sex
Gave hints. But it
Was too much
Reading. Who has time?

The calendar made it
Simple.

People (maybe old men) wanted to
See this.
-- I know my 23-year-old man wanted
To see the Calendar.
All these reflected bits of
Mirror, expanded
Displayed.
Women have so much
Beauty.
One cannot see it whole
From a distance
The complaint went.

Thus the Calendar.

Year of the Cunt came.
Sold more calendars than ever.
-- Maybe women secretly wanted
To peek
You know
Between their own
Legs -- vicariously albeit.

I thought the Year of Cunt
(I like that phrase.)
Free us females
To brag about our Pussy
Power.
Talk about the sexual circuits
From our tits, nipples to
Our barrel of love below
Venus's Mound.
Revel in endless orgasms.
Talk about
Exhausting
Vibrators
Polishing thick dildo's thin
Break the double sex standards
Of lust.

Make "Whore," "Slut," sex-positive,
-- as "Prick," "Stud."
Back like it was when women
Had power, real power.

We were close.
Down there. Muggy down,
Where everything happens -- life.
Close enough to claim
Clit power is supreme.
Claim every girl's first love
Is her clit.

So close like just
A slip between the cup
And the lips closeness.

Then came the Internet.