I am done with the chains of sexual slavery

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Society refers to me with all my other sides
A mother, a sister, a friend, career woman, and then a grandmother
And conceals the fact that I am a sexual being…
Silence screams my sexual side
Taught me that the name pussy should not be said out loud
It is an abuse… or rather a name for the weak
I am done with the chains of sexual slavery

Society has forced me to be my own sexual enemy
And even to pleasure myself is seen as a sin
Haven’t we passed the decades of narrow windows of the mind
Made to think that a woman should not have sexual thoughts and desires
But isn’t having a healthy sexual appetite a natural and beautiful thing?
That should be praised and talked about as long as you are safe
Am done with the chains of sexual slavery

Society makes me think that being a naughty, freaky, and sexy
Has to do with immorality, being cheap, pornographic or degrading myself
I am breaking away from chains of the conservative mind
With no shame to feel desire and to state what I want
I whet it with fantasy… thoughts of me in all the sexual costumes
Policewoman, nurse,
I will visualize the foreplay
I am blazing up your mind with my sexual fires
Sexting, sexmailing, sexbooking even sextwitting our sextcodes
Am done with the chains of sexual slavery

Society doesn’t like it when I talk about sex
But I am done with the chains of sexual slavery
I love sex; the thought of two lovers naked drives me wild with thoughts
I am sexually confident to try anything to keep my man with me
I am assertive and unashamed about doing what it takes to have intense orgasms
I am a bad girl; I love my sexual thoughts… I role play it my head
I am naughty; I play with toys… and dress up the part
I am a wild girl; I tease with words, touch and dance
I am so in love with myself that I love my gorgeous love canal
And will spread my legs wide and display it for my lover
I am my own erotic teacher and a happy wet dreamer
And I know the power of eye contact… when needed
I know how to touch him and for how long I should touch
Better; him I know the joy and secrets to channel switching
And will not shy away from a sexual conversation

Society could hate this poem
Those be my words
If they are fire… let them burn
I am done with the chains of sexual slavery


© Namatsi Lukoye

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