Her Sexuality Poem by Terry Collett

Even her mother
never knew

how much
sexuality boiled

beneath the surface
how much

she thought of it
when sitting down

in some cafe
watching men

at some nearby table
fantasizing

about them
dreaming about

what they might do
if she allowed

or while sitting
at the office typing

her mind on things
which’d make

her mother blush
the mighty rush

of images
and desires

and old Mr Fleet
talking to her

about some work
not knowing that fires

burned beneath
her flesh and skirt

that she made love
to herself

while in bed
while others slept

and even Kennedy
the office ram

would have choked
on things she did

in dreams or wrote
in her locked up diary

and once
when some girlfriend

of her brother’s
stayed the night

and shared her room
and bed

she fantasised
of touching

and turning over
and kissing

all in the mind
she told herself

just one of those things
and even later

when she finally married
and lay beside him

at night having
sucked him dry

she’d stared
out the window

at the silver moon
in the dark sky.