Tanvi Mona Deshmukh
When your thighs tingle with impatient anticipation
At what only you can do to your body,
Bite down on your lip, make sure nobody notices,
Excuse yourself from the chatty aunty who asks
You about all your guy-friends and their guy friends,
And gives you the unabridged version of
The Importance of Getting Married Before 25
Every time you run into her on the stairs.
Ignore the screaming children, the religious ajobas
Who sneak glances at your retreating figure when
They think you're not watching every day.
Lock the room, pull the curtains, hope to goodness
Nobody rings the doorbell while you're at it.
Call it "it" persistently, refuse to acknowledge how
You are, in fact, masturbating. Give yourself the
Freedom to laugh just once, under your breath at how
There is no real equivalent for the word in your language.
Leave your t shirt on, incase you're interrupted, then panic
And recheck to make sure the lock is truly shut.
Spread your legs open slowly, as much out of pleasure,
As out of the guilt that accompanies
Two decades of internalised misogyny, and the
Constant struggle to embrace your own sexuality.
Let your thoughts take over your mind, dig deep into
Your knots, think thighs, think sweet spots,
Think girth, think breasts, think moistness, think scent,
Think lips, think hands, think unholy sounds,
Think swollen lush flesh waiting to explode,
Think restless, ceaseless hunger finally abating,
Think gardens bursting into a thousand blossoms,
Thick with perfume, slick with the surge of the dormant
River, held back too long by sanitary customs.
Open your eyes as you ride out the last wave,
Flushed red with wonder - remember, until you're forced
To forget again, that you cannot contain oceans
In travel sized water bottles.
Wipe your hands clean off the sapid remnants of
Your shame. Get dressed, fix your hair, and put the
Stopper back on pleasure. Pretend you are no heartbeat,
No heart, no body, no whole, and certainly no desire.
Pretend you are fragmented tits and ass,
And a smile worth a thousand bucks (only/-)
Muchas gracias. ?Como puedo iniciar sesion?
Brilliant! Beautifully written. You captured the entire essence of it.
How can i send my poems for your e- magazine?
Great work
A sensuous and exciting poem! Or should I say an Ero-Poem? Bravo Tanvi!
Love it!
Especially how you ended it
This is beautiful ❤️
I absolutely loved it! It is so relatable and speaks out to a large mass of women!
Tanvi you’ve done a brilliant job!
This is glorious. Incredibly malignant. Once it ends up on the mind, it stays there a long time.
I liked it. Awesome work, Tanvi.