Ovulating much?

Too much going on in my head,
Not enough going on in my bed


This couplet came to me while I was walking down Robie today, on my way back from a Dr.’s appt. For a brief moment I contemplated the possible expression on Dr. C’s face if I had been fully honest… “me? I’m ok… be a lot better if I got laid…” Snort. As much fun as that would have been, it’s better not to go there with a doc too close to one’s own age. Awkward.

It’s unseemly, as a woman, to want sex as much as I do right now. Especially with a rather wholesome crush at work, and not much opportunity on the horizon. Internet crushes and sex toys only get you so far though. Sigh. I need a new hobby.

I’m trying to remember who visits my blog… no one who doesn't know or guess this about me, I’m sure. Still, better make sure this one doesn’t post through to fb. That could lead to all kinds of bad.

That couplet should be in a song. In fact, it probably is.

waffles

I am a weathervane
the tornado is all around
i want ecstasy
i want water
i want chances and strong shoulders.

I know I am not wrong but
I sometimes wonder if I'm right.

My head spins my
eyes ring
my focus is gone

Imaginary friends I gave up at four ask
me to come back for more time, more chances
more water under the rainbow bridges.

Gloria Steinem whispers in my ear and something
that is not my DNA won't listen, because it
wants to listen to the whisper of your thighs on the
hot car seat.

I am a weathervane I
need wind
I need water I
need ecstasy
frenzy
joy.