i wonder
after enjoying myself
sometimes long and slow
like a radiator being drained
sometimes like a firework
throwing out sparks as a catherine wheel
sometimes pulling little tugs on my limbs
like lazy children
sometimes like cold shocks of water
that make my teeth clench
i wonder
lying here
nakedly spent
arms and legs spread
as some giant butterfly
pinned to smooth bedsheet
if my mother
or her mother
in their monstrous
perfection of womanhood
in their beautiful normality
before 'open-talk'
or explicit net chat rooms
or x-rated videos
or use of ben-wa balls
vibrators or eager female
helping hands/tongues/tits/toes
i wonder
staring upward
imagining limitless sky
if previous generations
of women realized
the female orgasm
did not belong
to just men
and we could manage
to find that spot
of ultimate moan -
without a man's
intrusive assistance.

Wishing to attract and be stylish
Women shave their silky stubble
Thighs and calves turned into furrows
Rosharch blots washed away by showers
Their bodies full of bleeding stars
As purposeful females strap on stilettos to stab hearts
Carefully encasing legs with scented ceremony
A dab or splash of perfume here
Close by their split pulsing heat
Because they will only allow you close enough
When ‘wanting’ drinks bought for them
Chuckling to themselves at boyish boasts
Of high school heroics and damaged knees
Hoping to eventually couple with
Women who balance precariously
On fashion as sharp as their minds.