Description
Bawdy, playful, exuberant romp into tough girl/strong woman sexual desire. Embraces the female libido and consensual erotic exhibitionism. Poems that could be scrawled on the bathroom stall wall. Poems devoid of the flowery romance but sticky with the churning sweat of sensual union.
This book of poems dares you to call it a slut and revels in it if you do! Why do women get called sluts if they like to sample a variety of partners and profess to enjoy sex for the sake of sex, yet men are considered hot, sexy, studly, dogs, when they get to sniff around different women? Even when called a man-whore there is a feeling of respect and honor while women are considered less than human for expressing the same carnal desires. Well these poems say,,. Fuck that!