Why Is Sixty-Nine a Dirty Number?

It isn’t, but our minds sure are

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Wait, she said,

not trusting the clear mutual results

if he thrust a cacophony of hypersexual

rewards into her flower

would not leave her feeling…

dirty

Thanks to Xavier Van Holde for giving me the words to release my inner kama sutra and to the late, great Barry White whose album The Collection accompanied the writing of this poem.

It’s Your Turn!

Use these ten words in a poem!

• hypersexual:- sexual addiction
• flower:- the seed-bearing part of a plant, consisting of reproductive organs (stamens and carpels) that are typically surrounded by a brightly coloured corolla (petals) and a green calyx (sepals).
• thrust:- push suddenly or violently in a specified direction.
• cacophony:- a harsh discordant mixture of sounds.
• mutual:- (of a feeling or action) experienced or done by each of two or more parties towards the other or others.
• rewards:- a thing given in recognition of service, effort, or achievement.
• trusting:- showing or tending to have a belief…