Celebrating alone!

Dear friend, you can celebrate, even when alone,
The mysteries of our wonderful sexuality!
Think well of yourself, relax, and be in the mood.
Take a long bath – or perhaps a shower,
A little too cold so it calls up a shiver,
Or maybe hot enough to make you yelp!
Dress in your favourite clothes,
The ones that make you feel relaxed and sexy,
Or, if you prefer, wear nothing –
Walk freely round your house, feel daring,
Flit by uncurtained windows, caring not
If someone, now and then, can see you.
This is your private world, what can they touch?

Prepare your favourite food – just a little, mind!
A piece of fruit’s enough, or chocolate,
Or a single scoop of ice cream.
Savour each bite, and suck, and lick,
Use your whole mouth to luxuriate,
Feel it slide down your throat
To disturb the growing flock of butterflies
Fluttering in the pit of your belly.

Find where you will be comfortable –
A cosy chair, the bed, or do you wish
To feel abandoned on the floor?
Your choice – this is for you alone!
Do you have a favourite perfume?
Wear it! Or wear one that smells good on others,
Or light a scented candle – anything
That touches on a sense or two,
Just seasoning it, not smothering.

Now think – “I am beautiful, desirable,
Women want me for my perfection!
I am a goddess, I am love. No, I am sex!”
Let your libido loose, let it roam
Like a hunting leopard, let it prowl.
Close those eyes, and in your other eyes
See the one you love!
Or if she causes pangs, see another!
Be faithless! Enjoy! An actress, a model,
A colleague at your place of work
You have a secret thing for –
Someone maddeningly straight perhaps.
Imagine that! Imagine her next words:
“Oh, this is wonderful! I never knew!
Only a woman knows a woman’s needs.
From now on I am yours – you changed me!”

If need be, think of me.
For friendships’s sake I’m gently here for you.
Our even keel we can regain
When this special thing for you is done.

And now, who knows you better than yourself?
Your hands will need no map,
You’ll never need to ask, “Is that good?”
Or say “Is it nice just here?”
You can deliberately miss, of course,
Tease and tantalise yourself,
Before getting to each point in turn
Or to as many as you can at once!
Touch all your special places,
Give a light finger-tip to sensitivity,
Pinch one nipple, a sharp intake of breath!
Touch all your secret pleasures,
Places you dare not speak about,
And then when you are ready
Touch…you!

You are the best lover of your own flower,
Know how to tend and water it,
Know how best it grows,
What conditions, dark or sunny,
Whether care or rough handling will bring it on.
Oh let it bloom, let it turn towards its spring,
And let the spring itself flow from the ground!
Touch and stoke its petals, and its bud,
Smell and taste the nectar it gives!
Trace its very roots, deep and sensitive,
Thrust in a finger – one or more –
And know its tender sunlessness.
Enjoy, enjoy a walk in your own garden,
Enjoy plucking your own blossom,
Enjoy the ecstasy of your own flower.
Until at last…

There comes a moment when you must
Abandon all thought, all emotion,
All sight and sound and other senses,
All for a single wonder, one moment,
An utter cloud-burst of bliss,
Pure, unashamed self-love
At its almost unreachable height!

There, then, that is you. Be gentle now
With your own self – you were your own lover,
In tenderness you took yourself
And dispelled a lonely hour alone.
Smile, run your hands down your sides.
Another mouthful of champagne?
There’s still some fruit –
Another shower? Or do you feel
That you could wander still
Around the house, naked as a babe.

Oh friend, oh lovely woman, you
Have celebrated womanhood alone,
Be happy now, be proud,
And be fulfilled.
Until, perhaps, the next time!