Sexuality Poems - Poems about Sexuality

Does it all matter? That I am gay, I am a lesbian? Does it all matter? that I am transgender, I am Intersexual? or rather Asexual? tell me, Why does it matter how I walk, How I dress, How I speak. Is my confidence threatening you perhaps? That you want to crush my spirit so bad with silly questions and remarks. I am a she, she is a...

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"I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it." ~ Anne Carson, 'Autobiography Of Red' Red are my cheeks when you compliment me. Red is the bacteria in the southern Red Sea. Red is the blood that has been shed for freedom. Red is the cover of Dutch yellow cheese, edam. Red,...

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“That body is female!”, they tell me. At the turn of the moon It purges itself of its sins, Washing away what lives could have been, Punished for failing biological duties. “That body is female!”, they tell me. Forever marked with the scarlet letter, The big, bold, burning red “F” Branded on the legal document Of my consciousness. “That body is female!”, they tell me. Its...

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It's an important lesson to children, but epically now, a lot of adults might need the bigger picture. Trucks and dolls are both toys So it doesn’t matter with which you game But we all have our preferences And in that way we are the same So some will play with trucks And some will play with dolls Some will play with...

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With volcano fire men can satisfy women with glacier cold, nothing can be considered !...

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Midterms are over and I killed ‘em (Yes, even physics) - yeah me! I spent the last two weeks like prisoners do, marking off days until - freedom. Now the pressure’s off and I can chill. Spring break starts tomorrow and I have NO plans. It’s dinnertime and we’re (Leong, Sunny, Lisa and I) in...

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Okay, it’s true- I’m into you. I know your girl and so am I, But I can’t help that you make my heart Fly. Although, I do- I like boys, gentle Kings of Troy It took me long to figure out, But I finally know what my sexual attractions all about. I don’t think that I could do without, As it’s just...

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It's full light of the steady day Quickly it's night and love now dry hay My love is pure and chaste, she saw gay How shall I win i heart without hurting the bay Hold me ye Hold me ye, why make me be Now I am but guilty of a sin that sting as bee Cast me into hell for...

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Prologue in BrideVoice Let Him kiss me with his patriarchal predative straight white monotheistic mouth. His Yang passion is more blissful than intoxicating wine; delicate elegant integral in fragrance of his scent, His rich capital name is a regenerating wet warm oil poured spasmodically out and that is why WoMan loves divine Man. Lead me in your sacred footsteps, let us run together. EmPowering Yang has seduced me into his unenlightened bedroom; Sacred Integrity will become...

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Did you think, ma, that I, your son, getting older, would be writing to you? You think it's a strange thing to do? We rarely ever wrote letters, son, so much in touch we were. We shared a home for so long ...

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Imprisoning textures and routine lectures in loneliness, "your own fault" "not Other's loss" blame shame dipolar co-arising Loneliness effacing cognitive/affective reason and denying access to more social future seasons Including primal memories of self-appreciation self-sufficiency communication resource-fullness, And yet, and yet, Beneath such reasonable busyness, when I can sustain opulent MeWe identity, Even so, even so, EgoWe remains curiously distinct, courageously Not Othered, curiously not yet Othering Embracing peak biosystemic health, abstractly...

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“Lost Pantheons” Alexandrine tragedies Racine diamond-edged come and go French letters blown like leaves straight up into the rarefied air scattered like lovers against a body of purple vain poetry written invisible on the skin of Miss Chance Cocteau spoken with joie de vivre crisp sharp apple-red lips painted over Comme des Garçons Marais tempts Baudelaire from early grave despair laughing joyfully le...

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Hold me, And don’t judge me please. I am your love, I am your seed. Created by you, Molded differently. How much more could our connection be?Art Ready for Display, Waiting to be pressed firmly. Twirling with Irony. Dancing through stick and stones, Am I your love? I am your seed. Created with Energy, Our connection soon to be. Love me, And Let judgment flee. I am your heart, I am your seed. Oh...

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It's a broad word Let me dive into it It's created to be embraced Nature at It's raw form It's created to be enjoyable Control is imperative Put a lid on it It's part of intimacy Link that chocolate off your fingers It's part of who you are Acknowledgement of preferences It's part of indulgement Awakening of senses What a creation...

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...I use these two as examples, but this trend goes far beyond them, the lefties just pick out some traits, unchosen by women and men, then build those traits up into walls, pens and paddocks, like we are cows, demand we stay where they placed us by shouting ‘community’ loud. But it’s all a load of garbage, humans are not wired this way, we are...

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