Dear Eve and not co-mentor Adam,
solo writer of The Clitoral Monologues,
Love your book.
Just one suggestion,
switch the title to
The Clitoral-Penile EcoPoliTickle Dialogues.
Feminist to feminist monoculturing monologues
make OK theater,
perhaps even the first feminist nurturing ecopolitickle opera,
if you were to also become gifted with writing songs
and choreographing exotic clitoral-clitoral dances,
but your wisdom becomes more cooperatively powerful
on an ecopolicultural nondual co-arising stage,
both clitoral yintegral
and penile yang-poignant thrust
of regenerative timing;
Our wisdom nurturing, anthrocentrically healthy, selves,
reweaving evolutionary predators invading parasites
into hunters loving gatherers
of heathiest wise nutrition.
Probably strategically better to respond to The *****-Only Monolonging
Business as Competitively MineIsBigger Usual,
with Clitoral-Penile synergy
of wiser transgenderal politickling investments.
Categories:
clitoral, community, culture, family, health,
Form: Political Verse
;Did I just hear, Joy? Copious clitoral adoring?
His attention to my affections explored?
I must, in my pure state of lust, reply...
Tempted by the sensual bite of his eYes...
... hi baby... welcome home. ;)~
Your pipe and slippers too...
Yes I admit I'm wet for you and
Yes you can bet. desire pursues.
Butterfly kisses on your brow,
Intensely sensing you somehow...
Take your hands and follow mine
Escape with me in a sizzling rhyme...
A dizzying breath you can feel on your skin
Ripples through your body as my lips begin
To move ... you can't hear but all you can do
... is ache to read and know it's true...
The skin on my lips, belongs to you.
A hot tingle sings along your ear...
Sensual licks that only you can hear
To tease and please our calling dear.
Escape with me... it's a sizzling stare.
...can you see, my mischievous dare...
Move with me, your lips my chair.
Ecstasy awaits with her riddle in the air.
...
Your fingers are the key to my fantasy
And deep inside. you're the endless in me
Drench my eYes with your need to believe
Open your thighs and release to see
Taste with your hands, the flavors of Me.
Categories:
clitoral, fantasy, health, imagination, love,
Form: I do not know?
“The blended ******: how you
can have one tonight!”
Vaginal and clitoral perhaps? Tell me, Oprah!
I do not know what this is. Tell me, Oprah!
I wonder what Freud would say:
“She wants her father and a *****
and I want money and a reputation”
Are his words not true? Tell me, Oprah!
Categories:
clitoral, confusion, introspection, life, mystery,
Form: Free verse