In My Solitude
By Tanya Alexander

In my solitude I write. The fantasies we all go through when there seems to be no outlet or promise of sexual release brings about some intriguing inspiration.

Here’s a poem from my upcoming book and CD, Pieces of Tanya…A Spoken Word Project. A little piece of my solitude called…

“Celibacy”

KISS ME FROM MY HEAD TO MY SILVER-TONED TOES,
THE HIGH-ARCHED INSTEPS OF MY FEET,
TO THE CURVE OF MY HEEL, AROUND THE BONE OF MY ANKLE TO THE BROWN-SKINNED VELVET TOPS OF MY FEET.

TURN ME OVER.

RUN A WARM HAND AND SMOOTH TONGUE UP THE CURVE OF MY CALVE BRUSHING YOUR LIPS IN THE PIT OF MY KNEES.
I NEED YOUR MOISTURE FOR MY BEGGING THIGHS,
INSIDE, OUTSIDE, UP AND AROUND TO THE FOLD UNDER MY BUTTOCKS,
A SMOOTH, CHOCOLATE, TICKLISH PLAYGROUND.

MY SPINE IS WRITHING.
KISS ME THERE.
LICK THE CREVICE OF MY SHOULDER BLADES AND LINGER FOREVER,
RIGHT THERE.
UNTIL MY LONG OUTSTRETCHED NECK CAN NO LONGER BE NEGLECTED.
DEVOUR ME THERE WITH LIPS, TEETH, AND TONGUE TIPPING TO MY CHIN.
A SENSUAL PECK ON THE BOTTOM OF MY LIPS ‘TIL MY FINGERTIPS FEEL YOUR SKIN.

KISSES, MOIST AND WARM ON THE PALMS, BACK OF MY HANDS,
KNUCKLES AND ARMS.
MAKE MY WRISTS FEEL SPECIAL, BOUND IN YOUR CARE,
AND THE TOP OF MY SHOULDERS ARE YOURS, MY DEAR.

MY COLLARBONE, OOOO, MY COLLARBONE IS REVELLING IN YOUR TONGUE, AND MY HEART MUST BE TEASED AS YOU MAKE THAT TRAIL WARM,
DOWN MY BELLY TO MY POINT OF LIFE AND BEYOND.

YOU NOW KNOW ME IN WAYS I DIDN’T KNOW MYSELF.
YOU HAVE TASTED ME WHOLE AND MADE ME FULL WITH YOUR SKILL
AND I HAVE BATHED IN YOUR WEALTH.
TO GIVE UNBRIDLED PASSION TO THIS DARK FEMALE FORM,
IS A LEVEL OF ENJOYMENT THAT HAS LONG BEEN WAITED ON.

A DESIRE FULFILLED IN THIS MOMENT OF PHYSICAL CLARITY TO BE FOLLOWED INEVITABLY BY MONTHS OF SCARCITY.
BUT SUCH IS LIFE.
NO COMPLAINTS.
FOR I HAVE ENJOYED YOUR GENEROSITY AND WILL ALL BUT CALL UPON THEE IN MY SOLITUDE AND MOMENTS OF
SEXUAL VIRTUOSITY.