If You Don't Know This, You've Been Doing It Wrong.

2024.06.18

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Moan and groan and more and more the sex sex way.

You say sex, you get readers.

You get ears and eyes.

You mesmerize.

Memorialize.

All those aye, aye, aye eyes.

Ecstasy.

Hippies had it wrong.

One to one is the way to go.

It has to be a dance and not an activity, to get the full joy from it.

And sex ought to be about joy.

A ballroom and not a mosh pit.

If you're not at least good friends with who you share a bed with, then you're doing it wrong.

Sex without, at least, the potential of love is non-alcoholic beer.

Drink something else.

Or love yourself, go in the bathroom and get it over with.

You're trying to fit in.

Peer pressure for a temporary spark.

A fire that lasts only as long as the spark that might start it.

If you don't know this, you've been doing it wrong.

Do it right once and it's the only way you'll accept it.

There are better things to do with one's time than bad sex.

Heatwave starts today.

Sex talk this morning.

Are they linked?

They could be, if I were a poet, they could be.

And I am so they are.

That's the poet's job.

To make connections where there weren't.

To match this 'this’, to that 'that' in a new way.

To make something new from language.

To spell a new experience, shape a novel way to know the world.

But we were talking about sex.

What better way to link two new experiences together in a new experience?

There isn't one.

Words and doing words.

Dreams and doing dreams.

Us doing us.

If you can't have a decent conversation with someone, you can't have any sex worth having with them.

It takes two to tango and sex is a dance, not a wrestling match.

Hot or cool, heatwave or nor’easter, the bed is a ballroom floor for two.

Alone a place for dreams, together a place for doing dreams.

S.J. Wynn
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