11/6/18
Why do I still fucking
Fantasize about you
When I know
You’re about to tear me apart?
Maybe I’m a masochist.
But maybe I should have
Made that connection when
You clasped a hand
‘Round my throat
On our first date,
Before you even kissed me,
And my knees were
Weaker than I ever cared admit,
Even to you.
11/7
It is wild how you
Carved a place for yourself
in my heart
Just as readily as you
Coaxed your way
Between my thighs.
What spell is it
That you have me under, boy?
-Sarah Clinton
11/7/18
I’ve always been
So focused
And yet here I am,
Fantasizing the work day away
Imagining your lips at my throat,
Your hands in my hair
Your hips pressed against me,
Making it clear that
You need me
Just as badly
As I need you.
-Sarah Clinton
10/29/18
On my knees
At your feet,
Eyes low
Til you tip my chin
And allow me to
Gaze up at you
In wonder.
This is simultaneously
The safest,
Most powerful,
Intoxicating and
Vulnerable, yet
Effortlessly natural
Position into which
I have ever settled.
-Sarah Clinton
10/22/18
Silence my fears
With your tongue
And banish my insecurities
With those sinfully deft fingertips
Which trace the language of
Your desire
Around my hips and
‘Cross the curve of my lower back
Again and again…
Just make love to me, darling.
That’s when all is right with the world.
-Sarah Clinton
10/21/2018
The power you have to make me
Breathe, gasp, moan, cry, plead your name
At the lightest possible touch of your lips to my skin…
Oh baby, no one else could ever
Boast such a thing
Even when they’d had all of me.
I thought myself invulnerable, impervious
To men’s charm and wit and tricks…
D. certainly threw me for a loop–both when he appeared and when he unceremoniously left (and then, of course, began doing the very same thing to another woman while lying to me about it, but that’s another story). Despite the short time we’d known each other, his leaving without any acknowledgement or offer of closure hit me harder than perhaps any other dating snafu since my early twenties. I had stopped eating, started drinking, and was pretty much a mess overall.
So I’ll be the first to say that I don’t necessarily have the best luck with men (if you’ve followed my writing for very long, you can attest to this). Some of that is because I—a coach through and through—tend to see people’s potential, forgive mistakes, and assume that everyone I meet is generally trying his or her best from their own current level of consciousness.
December 2, 2017
Dear God,
You’re going to make me crazy.
It’d be so much easier
To move on
If your shadow didn’t linger
In my bed
When the throes of ecstasy
Subside.
–Sarah Clinton
