The Goddess. {poetry}
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The tiger has awakened.
I cannot control her.
She’s been bound too long. Dormant.
She’s hungry,
aching for satisfaction
and searching.
Smells her prey.
Wants to pounce.
I try to hold her back,
but she is too strong.
When the right moment comes,
she will attack.
I must protect her.
She has so much force.
Fierce as a lion.
Yet innocent as a lamb.
Her fire burns within,
deep and blue.
The Goddess.
Powerful and
full of passion, sensuality.
Yearning and longing
for the love she deserves.
She lives within me,
my sexual goddess.
Oppressed. Caged.
Hidden from the world.
Shielded from those
who wish to use her
for their wants and desires.
I must protect her.
When will she be free?
Free to spread her wings,
fuel the flames of her passion
Use her sensual powers
to bring a man
to his knees in desire.
When will she be celebrated
for the love she has to give,
without judgment,
Left in the cold,
called a slut,
a whore,
for the way
she shows her love?
Her power needs to be embraced.
Every inch of her body worshipped.
Her fierce intensity respected,
wanted for who she really is.
Loved for her beauty.
Oh, I yearn for the day
that I can share her with the world.
Share her with someone
worthy of the flame.
That will cherish her,
respect her,
love her,
protect her.
For she aches to touch,
feel every part of the body.
Give it all her attention,
all of her time,
all of her fire.
A night full of ecstasy,
full of torturous pleasure
in a world of passion,
full of love.
Never let her go and
give her everything.
All your body.
All your heart.
All your soul.
All your mind.
Feel her,
nurture her.
Guard her with all your might.
She’ll give you her all in return,
all her love.
Her power will become your power.
Her passion your passion.
Her fierce intensity swallowing you whole,
satisfying your every need
a high beyond
anything imaginable.
Too long has she been forced to hide.
Too long has she been used for others gain.
How long must she feel
that painful knife
full of poison and hurt?
Someday,
somewhere,
someone will love her
and give her the freedom
to spread her wings
and fly.
For I yearn what she yearns.
To feel ecstasy.
To feel passion.
Desperate for the touch,
fire racing through every vein,
swallowing me whole,
I burn with sensual power.
The tiger hungers for love,
to be wanted.
Feasts on sexual pleasures.
She has gone untouched too long,
grown cold and dark,
desperate to feel warmth,
feel emotion,
be free.
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Karen Kirby is a southerner who loves theatre and poetry. She believes these are the two best ways to spotlight problems and emotions in the world that are often swept under the rug. Today’s society does not always allow a person to express their deep emotions or feelings. They are often deemed ‘sensitive’ or ‘crazy’ even for expressing how they truly feel. Yet in poetry and theatre one can express these deep emotions without ridicule. This is why she writes. So that those who feel as deeply as her never feel alone.
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