Exploring female sensuality and its physicality across different ages and forms. Redistributing control in fantasy, the accompanying poetry represents intimate thoughts brought to light.
I
I ask you to face me
to fill me
You said it was interesting
That I don’t touch myself
but it’s like lifting a spoon
to my own mouth
I’d rather have something
to gag on
than something
to eat
II
Go on, set yourself on fire.
Show me how to want burns within you,
writhe in your desire,
let it unsteady your feet.
I want you drunk in adoration
displacing all your reason,
turning yourself into an island,
to be reached only by me.
I want you on your knees
breathless and heaving
so they to lean in close
to hear you pant
for
me,
me,
me.
III
Hold me up by my frenchies
I am a faceless figure floating
But you’ve seen me before
On the screen, in your dreams
It could be the trip of a lifetime
In your eyes colours unseen
Marvel at my skin - gold in the sunlight
Can you touch, is this real?
Now my hair, is it real?
It hurts when you claw at the root.
I flush deep tones of red, covered by
Stoic-ness I learned when I was young
Do vibrations flow in both directions?
The question is lost in the air
Between your ears, your body reclining
Ready to capture the magic of these scenes
Watch how the curves last forever
Look far onto the hills
Legend has it, they are soft as silk
Moving with dissonance that brings you life
But have you met my eyes?
Face down, they are hard to find
Disappearing features in your gaze
Not a currency worthy of your conversations
Adventurous soul, I have a secret
There is a way to unlock hidden pleasures
Safe waters with ready switches
Waiting for your hungry hand
Charm emotions from where I open
Loosen tears from where they spring
Venture to meet me at eye-level
Press down into my skin
Listen close so my words are like heat
As truth condense and falls from your body
I want you to role play with me
I will be human, what will you be?
See the full editorial in POSTSCRIPT Issue 2.