Naughty Sunday Haiku

Today’s Naughty Sunday Haiku prompt was found on Tumblr. I don’t know the details, but I have an idea some women drawing might. All traditional haiku forms apply to this challenge. 3 lines, or 1 line, and a haiku or senryu with imagery, or strong moment, without simile or metaphor. Dare yourselves to ‘paint’ this haiku and link it in the blue critter below! The challenge is only open till Monday afternoon Helsinki time, and opens Sunday morning, so make your seductive words count quickly!

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CARPE DIEM HAIKU – Ese’s Sensuality

I know she’s writing a book, Butterfly Thy Name, and see that on her blog she chats about it too sometimes. I must say I echo others who have said they will be buying it. Ese’s sensuality is an art, and from what I read on her blog, her book will be rich in her art.

She is the latest in Kristjaan’s Ghostwriter series, on Carpe Diem , with Sensuality. I could go the Victorian flowery way, and pretend to pen high art, but I am not going to. We need troubled readers so I must visit the secret hidden underworld here!

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she ties leather tight
and her whip cuts deep
her tongue tastes the pain

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against the wall
I kneel in front of her
shadows participate

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-at the edge
my knife blade between our lips
as we kiss

¤

-after the rugby game
she walks in the showers and soaps me
blushes watching others

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That’s all!

 

 

If Jesus Was a Woman (For Magpie Tales)

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Feast in the House of Simon, 1610, El Greco

If Jesus was a woman
and not a lesbian
Would there still be feminism?
Would religion start to make sense to me?
And would she have worn a bra?

Could she possibly have had
better hair?
Along with line in fine lingerie
for those seeking salvation
in the arms of a woman

Would her twelve disciples have been women too?
Would they have cross-dressed
or simply just had more style?
And would she have hung from the cross?

And would Peterina
Upon arrival in Rome
have been hung upside down?

If the Buddha had been all-woman
would she have sat under tree so long?

If Stalin had been a little girl
from somewhere deep in the Urals
would the gulags have functioned so well?

Its only Mick Jagger
that would remain the same
if history could be changed
To be herstory
And of course me
Though then
I would be une Lesbienne
-as I secretly am

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dVerse – Let It Rain

soft rain
takes me home

to watch drops
roll on a window pane

grey skies
waves caress sand
-a background refrain

I walk the forest
bathed
hesitate not
in my step
it leads me away
from where I came

the passion
of the Amazon has gone
the storm that lashed my skin
nectar of native fruit sinned

her arms tightening
under the lightning

I know
I’m not tamed

for the soft shores of a final destination
that to roam is my home

that my peace is found
in the eye of the monsoon

Magpie Tales ~ View Through A Winter Window

I kiss her fingertips as she sits
hair and breasts undone
her belly warm to rays of sun
her neck, back, shiver to my lips,
though still she drinks in the verse,
her book open in front of her
while her thighs envelope my senses

I have no recipe only desire
that her needs be met
by every touch
as her thirst for the words
in front of her
intensifies

Her nipples and dimple
in her smile
betray her gaze at the page
her eyes slightly glazed
still she tries
and sits still,
stiffles cries
as I taste
with no recipe in mind

The attention she craves
as she sits by the window
as I walk by in the snow
is therapy to my creativity
and she knows
how much I admire
so lifts her arms
as the snowflakes drift

her eyes on her book
open
before me

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My First Nude Sauna

“First we get naked but not for sex, and we drink beer, but not to get drunk.”

Silence.

Here I was, giving safety training to Gulf Air pilot and cabin crew trainers.

I had them each give a presentation in the first couple of days to let them show how they got a message across to a group of people. They chose their topics. The air stewardess from Finland was next. Her presentation on that great Finnish institution, the sauna, was met by rapt attention.

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Fly Finnair

When I met her again in Oulu, in Finland last year, it seemed natural to finally have that sauna……so through thorough lack of popular demand, here are more details from my first nude sauna.

I say first nude because my first sauna was not nude and in fact was, according to the red-bearded companion who specialised in this particular form of torture; an Irish sauna. The key difference lay within the bottle of Irish whiskey, which was used to pour onto the hot coals. Instant drunkedness – hot whiskey fumes breathed in, followed by relatively quick sobering up as the alcohol was sweated out.

Only once was enough. Not once a week, as my Irish friend did. Just once.

However, for reasons of  general education, I must inform all that the nude sauna done Lappland style has a fair quota of embarrassing stages, as itemised below.

1. As illustrated in our picture. Say no more.

Obviously not a version of the Highland Games..no kilts, and no cabers to toss..

2. Back in the sauna again, after a freezing dip in the snow, and at -18C, it is freezing. But unfortunately I cannot confirm the nude sauna is a good place to go to feel at ease, when sitting opposite a svelte Finnish air stewardess, after prancing around in the snow at goodness knows what freezing temperature. It just isn’t. Can’t quite place why, but when sitting opposite a person of the opposite gender of such appeal, one does want to look at their best, not frozen second best. Or third, either, for that matter.

3. And may I add that men running out of a sauna naked, diving into snow has limited sex appeal. I can just feel it. There is something the gals don’t find attractive about shrieking men…

4. Sitting naked with a beautiful nude air stewardess does have certain benefits for your health. Being flanked by two large local lads, elbows and shoulders touching, also quite naked, doesn’t.

5. Being red, gasping, sweaty and hot when the locals suffer calmly shows a certain lack of style. Getting up to get fresh air for the aforementioned reasons, tripping a bit and sliding a touch against the aforementioned elbow-touching gentleman, so that my private parts grace his knee cap somewhat caps the embarrassment scales.

6. Having a gorgeous nude Finnish air stewardess giggle at you in the sauna for the aforementioned somewhat doubles the embarrassment level.

So if you are to embark on such an odyssey as the nude sauna, choose your companions carefully.

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