Divine Sex: A poem

When I grew up, I learned that sex was a weapon. 

That it was “how women controlled men.”

I learned that it was something to endure. 

To manage. 

To deal with. 

To tolerate. 

I learned that sex was dirty. 

That it was shameful and wrong. 

That it was only for procreation. 

And that you weren’t supposed to enjoy it. 

Then I hit puberty. 

Sensual urges took root for the first time. 

And already, I knew this was no good. 

This energy is shameful. 

It’s dirty.

It’s wrong. 

And since it is occurring in me… that means I am dirty, shameful, and wrong too. 

Every time my sexuality comes out to play

I end up hurt.

Cheated on.

Slut Shamed.

Abandoned.

Abused.

More evidence to stay away.

More incentive to keep it hidden.

And then, an awakening.

I fell into the arms of a partner who, for the first time, celebrated my wild sexuality.

He looked at my desires unfulfilled and said here’s that and MORE.

He taught me that it is safe to lean back and enjoy myself.

He taught me to relax and trust him to provide me with pleasure.

He taught me that sex is a sacred energy exchange.

That there is nothing more holy, more sacred, more pure.

There is nothing more divine. 

The joy of seeing a lover filled with bliss.

Is one of the greatest blessings of existence.

The ecstasy created between two humans.

Or three or four or fifty!!

Could never be shameful.

Or dirty.

Or wrong. 

We are stardust. 

A piece of the Universe having a human experience.

And sex is a sacred part of this.

What if sex was never supposed to be hidden away?

What if it is meant for us to experience and enjoy?

What if it is part of WHY we are even here?

Touch your lover as if they are God. 

Touch yourself as if you are as well. 

Because you are. 

We all are. 

And that means sex too, is Divine.