Poetry & Art of the Intelligently Erotic
Issue 4.1
Stacy Lynn Mar - Sins of Summer
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“The sexual life of adult women is a “dark continent” for psychology.”
-Sigmund Freud
I am the girl of the affair,
Silver glitter of my hair barrette
Shining like lake mist in your center iris.
I am the half-stroke past midnight,
Hot leather of your beat-up convertible seats,
The humidity that catches your labored breath.
Be still lover, be enchanted with my flower garden,
We’ll rapture the seeds of misgiving,
Petal soft of my legs encumbering you.
We slide down the perimeter of each other,
Two high-wire walkers on a daring mission,
How the air catches my face
Against the string from which you dangle me.
I am the wish-whisperer, and like tokens of truth
Words fall freely from my pink, glistening lips,
Majestic, crawling, disbelieving,
You catch them in a folded tourniquet.