Red Sex

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There's no need to blush
when we turn the mattress.
How much blood has your body spent
in all our years together?
How many nights have you pressed your
aching belly against my back?
Truly live with a woman and
you will know blood:
the leak that bespeaks the fertility that twice
turned me inside out and right way up.
So don't blush at a love which is
more than mattress-deep.

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bulltlrbulltlrover 13 years ago
....

very intimate!

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerover 13 years ago

I can't add much that hasn't already been said, except

"the leak that bespeaks the fertility that twice

turned me inside out and right way up."

may be the best 2 lines I've read in quite a while.

twelveoonetwelveooneover 13 years ago
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all of the below,

and inspiring - to go read Comac McCarty

Truly live with a woman and

you will know blood:

and go write something myself

frighting

easy 100

now leave some comments, which is why I didn't leave anything on sennelson's, 'cause he never does.

buttersbuttersover 13 years ago
loves speaks

in this write. a beautiful song so well composed - it's truly moving.

like how you use the colour on the mattress and the colour in her cheeks, both caused by blood.

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureover 13 years ago
Difficult subject.....

......deftly handled. A natural occurrence seldom spoken of in polite society and even rarer as an erotic poetic muse. Nicely done.

Tess

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