Poems — Group One — January 2nd

Shirley Jones Luke
2 min readJan 3, 2021

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Poems for Your Pleasure

The Magnet of Our Bodies Loses Its Attraction

We are broken & jumbled

undone by Cupid

who removed his arrow from our hearts

We are two souls unchained

shiftless spirits haunting our former love

now on a rugged path with jagged edges

desire has left our flesh we no longer touch

each other’s body skin burns we are hesitant

our passion in the past once so searing

now only ashes remain.

The Essence of My Body

I unsexed myself, removing

dust from a long-ago age,

this flesh covered in old fingerprints,

past around like a serving tray

Beware those with crocodile smiles,

eyes that glint in the darkness,

mouths that voice sweet temptations,

then betray their victims’ hearts

I was one of the betrayed, my innocence

taken without regard for my feelings,

I was used for his personal consumption,

a decoration, my temple violated

& left broken like my heart

& love became an unrealistic expectation

Good Sex and Other Assumptions

It’s never about you. His body will always

feel like he’s holding you back. Pleasure is not

for you. He’s in control like at the helm of a ship

steering you towards his ejaculation. Your orgasm

is an afterthought like holding the door open

for you or pulling out your chair at dinner.

Your toes curl from the discomfort. Your

moans are your wish for him to stop. His penis

is too big, too small, or too pointy. Jabbing you

like a needle in moist sand. You wish he

would just rub your feet. Make you some tea.

Snuggle by the fire. Anything but the constant

slapping of flesh on flesh. You cry when he cums.

He thinks you want more. You are just so relieved that

it’s over. You want to shower him off your skin.

Lustful Intent

O chocolate mandingo!

The bulge in your pants speaks

of a thousand thrusts, a throbbing power

waiting to enter my inner sanctum.

Pull back my lips and ease into my orifice.

Let us be joined.

Toys

Excuse the handcuffs,

Hand me that blindfold

that’s a sign of coming attractions

& cum you will, lay down

or maybe get on your knees,

hold my whip in your mouth,

bite down on my nipple,

not too hard, pain will bring

punishment, your body is sweaty,

let me dry you off with my bush,

rubbing against your chest,

goosebumps tickle, I want to laugh,

but I just suck on your balls until

you break the cuffs & take me

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Shirley Jones Luke
Shirley Jones Luke

Written by Shirley Jones Luke

Shirley is a writer. Ms. Luke enjoys books, fashion and travel. She is working on her second poetry manuscript, a collection of essays, and a fiction novel.

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