Risqué for a Reason

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer of Placerville (CO) is a wisdom woman who keeps writing educational poems that enlighten, empower and instruct.  I found this one particularly useful. 

Having been taught the sin of "masturbation" as a young Catholic child, the very word sounded dirty (mass perturbation?). I was bamboozled into thinking that even my "wet dreams" were a violation of the sacred. When in truth, our bodies are sacred and self-love is a natural expression of that sacredness.

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No Longer Empty Handed

            after a poet pointed out there are dozens of well-known euphemisms for male masturbation and none for women

 

 

How could I not start to think

of circling the black hole,

polishing the pearl,

rubbing the rose bud,

loosening the tight knot,

spreading the soft butter,

frosting the sweet cake,

stirring the soup till it’s hot,

dancing on the vortex,

getting sucked into the eddy,

diving into the deep end.

What does it mean

that we don’t have language

for a woman who pleases herself?

Consider the tectonic shift,

the solitary wiggle,

the single squirm,

the one-handed time warp,

churning the cream

climbing pink mountain,

traveling to the temple,

spinning the dark silk.

No choking chickens,

no spanking monkeys,

no beating meat,

no wanking.

More like swirling the universe,

mining for diamonds,

finding hidden treasure

wading in the whirlpool,

the reason I can’t answer the phone.