Earlier this week I wrote a blog post about “Overcoming Obstacles to Sex During Pregnancy,” and one of the barriers is about your own feelings of sensuality as a mom. Another is your partner’s conflict about seeing you a sexual and maternal at the same time.
The same day that blog post was published, a really cool woman I follow on Twitter (who is the owner of Little Alouette natural wooden teething toys) shared a poem she wrote that day. She beautifully captures the sensual woman within the mom.
I’m sharing it with you below. Read it aloud to your man, or read it to yourself before he comes home and power yourself to give him a sensual kiss.
A POEM A DAY FOR A YEAR #39
I sat in a waiting room for 47 minutes yesterday
a child slept in my arms
his spittle down my chest
warm and sticky
another small son ran circles at my feet
until he found someone else to bother
I sat and stared into the light from the small frosted window
the weight of my baby on my body was comforting
like lead blankets
everything was going on around me
life and flashing machines
and loud voices
and my children
and the infinite buzz of sound
but I was away
someplace
deconstructing your kiss
the last one we had
I dismantled the hot air between our mouths
I exposed the single small string of saliva
tethering us together
I analyzed the way my upper body moved in waves towards you
I took the tilting of our heads to note
the small gentle moans
that always come
I studied
the way our legs break weak
I did all that right before the small boy
jolted me out of my place
he fell at my feet and I smiled at him
I smiled at him and then stretched my hand
to muss his hair
I felt my face on fire
