Warning: Sexually explicit language and imagery. Reader discretion is advised.


“This Is An Orgasm”

© Jane Bled 2016-2017

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“Stay after class.”

Lord, can I tell you about

The warm weight

Of primed puerility?

It’s cupped in my palm

And twitching

Begging for a peel-back stroke

A tender half-pipe touch

I just might fall off the bench

Adolescents growing in window panes

Pining on a juju mushroom cloud

Bombs burst from juvenescence

Youth resplendent

In its essence

Did wonders

To erect tepid enervation

Through caffeinated jitters

Take that, too

Give us a straw for that thick milk

Shake

Poked parts of Hannah

Without her teeth

Leeched Labradors drooling

In dribbles

Leaking lethargy into

Seamless hipster panties

Fleshy soft burgundy thighs

High on a pull-apart Caramello

Ice cream wet dream

Clichés needed STAT

Oxymoron

I don’t not care

I just care not to care

That he might care not

That she doesn’t not care

And nobody cares about nothing

Yakuza hush-hush

Drop-robe dragons

Emblazoned in ink

Sickening craven cowards

Who never quavered in speech

Without trembling:

“Answer me.”

And those jagged stares from

The ball-and-gag gang of bullies who

*Stole lunch money

*Wielded zippers down

*And microwaved the putty

With hisses of breath

Like sifting silt-fingers

Thrusting through clay

To conquer

Musculature frottage

Frisky curves

To cultivate bone

(W)horticulture

Au naturel

Grunts crackling

Cracking knuckles

Skin groaning

Honing in on

Him on

Her on

Him

Sin’s a sin

If that’s what they call it

If that’s what you make it

At least make it last

(Clit)oral climax

“Come after class.”


Juicy orange slice very close-up

Juicy orange slice very close-up © Iryna Rasko | File ID: 12830393 | Dreamstime Stock Photos


Raise your hand if you have a question.

Thank you for your attention.


Jane

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  1. I have no question but I wish i had a teacher like you lol

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About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free of expectations. Awakening. Light side: love, peace, art. Dark side: ****** I despise the word 'follower'. It calls to mind lemmings, sheep, cults, etc. Here to exhibit my art -- not aiming to gain a flock of seagulls that mournfully cry out my name as they fail to reach me.

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