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The website content is a reflective and intimate poem by Jupiter Grant exploring the hazy recollection of a possible early morning sexual encounter.

Abstract

The poem "Did We Have Sex This Morning…?" delves into the narrator's fragmented memories of an early dawn rendezvous with a lover. Through vivid sensory imagery, the narrator ponders the reality of the encounter, questioning whether the sensations and actions were real or a product of a sleep-induced dream. The piece captures the languid, semi-conscious state that often accompanies morning intimacy, as well as the uncertainty that follows when one is not fully awake. The author, Jupiter Grant, invites the reader into a personal space of doubt and desire, highlighting the complex nature of memory and the ephemeral quality of sexual experiences.

Opinions

  • The poem suggests a candid and introspective look at the nature of intimate morning interactions, acknowledging the thin line between reality and fantasy.
  • There is a sense of curiosity and a quest for clarity as the narrator tries to piece together the events of the morning.
  • The author does not seem to diminish the importance of the experience, regardless of its veracity, implying that the emotional and physical resonance is what truly matters.
  • The work conveys a non-judgmental attitude towards the uncertainty of the sexual encounter, normalizing the occurrence of such ambiguous moments in relationships.
  • There is an underlying tone of playfulness and intimacy in the detailed recounting of potential touches and movements, emphasizing the deep connection shared between the partners.
  • The poem subtly touches on the idea that not all memorable experiences need to be fully remembered to be impactful or enjoyable.

Did We Have Sex This Morning…?

A poem about an early morning fumble. Or was it?

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Did we have sex this morning

As the sun was coming up?

I seem to have the mem’ry

Of a lazy morning fuck.

The recollection of your hand

Caressing my bare thigh

And of me op’ning up my legs

Though closed, still, were my eyes.

Do I recall the prickly brush

Of early morning stubble?

Or am I just so drunk on sleep

That my mind is now befuddled?

I think that I remember

My leg slung o’er your hip

My eyes still shut, but I think I may

Have bitten on my lip.

If we did fuck, did either of us

Make a single sound?

Or did we both keep silent as

Upon your cock I ground?

Did I blindly stroke your face

The way I often do?

Or run my fingers through your hair

The way you like me to?

And then, when (or if) we came,

What noises did we make?

Did I moan your name, did you breathe out mine?

Did our conjoined bodies shake?

I’d presume that when we finished

We arranged ourselves to spoon,

Then soon returned to muffled snores

In the half-light of our room?

I didn’t really waken up

Until an hour ago

But these recurring images

Have made me want to know.

Was it a dream, a fantasy,

An REM illusion,

Or did you really wake me with

Your jutting hard protrusion?

Please don’t be hurt I can’t recall,

Or worry that you’re boring.

It’s not that you’re not memorable,

I’m just not good with mornings…

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Jupiter Grant is a self-published author, blogger, narrator and audiobook producer.

Enquiries and comments are always welcome. You can also find me on Twitter @GrantJupiter

Published

Originally published at http://jupiterslair.com on September 7, 2020.

Sex
Poetry
Relationships
Humour
Sexuality
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