"Fodder" (Help! I hate this title.)

[MamaSarah]

The following poem is one I have written on the topic of the seeds of My sexuality when it comes to masturbation fodder.

As an incest survivor My orgasm is very much attached to My sexual grooming at the hands of My father, according to his needs. This poem , "Puddle" and "Destroyer" (all posted here) are meant to shine a light on the raw reality of the Haunted existence of Myself, and those who share a history of sexual and violent abuse at the hands of a loved one.

Some may not characterize these works as Erotic...but I do. This is My reality. This is what ignites My fire.

Remember, I had no choice in this matter. I was born into him. HE identified My sexuality for Me. There is nothing I can do to change this.

I am not alone in this reality. It is a reality for far too many in O/our country and world. However, it is a reality that causes incredible shame, silence and isolation for millions of people around the world because of the taboo nature of the topic...and too many people's ignorant and judgmental opinions that W/we should "get over it".

Somehow, I have found a way to embrace it. I have accepted that I will think of My father when I get-off on My own. I have accepted that I need elements of fear and violence in the hidden chambers of My relationships. But with a trusted partner, under the safest of circumstances, W/we will both transcend the abuse from which it was born to move beyond into the sublime world of pain and pleasure, and its many manifestations.

As I said, the following poem is a glimpse of My mind as I masturbate.
Remember, I am not the only one...and it was not a choice.

*****I hate the title, but I am stuck on what to call it. Does this title suit the poem? Does anyone have any suggestions?*****

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Fodder

I remember him between My legs
Whenever I need masturbate
I remember his enormous cock
Erect and on to penetrate
I craved his love and warm embrace
Repeat requests to perpetrate
Still crave My daddy oh so much
Now its come to devastate

 

[RhymeFairy]

The following poem is one I have written on the topic of the seeds of My sexuality when it comes to masturbation fodder.

As an incest survivor My orgasm is very much attached to My sexual grooming at the hands of My father, according to his needs. This poem , "Puddle" and "Destroyer" (all posted here) are meant to shine a light on the raw reality of the Haunted existence of Myself, and those who share a history of sexual and violent abuse at the hands of a loved one.

Some may not characterize these works as Erotic...but I do. This is My reality. This is what ignites My fire.

Remember, I had no choice in this matter. I was born into him. HE identified My sexuality for Me. There is nothing I can do to change this.

I am not alone in this reality. It is a reality for far too many in O/our country and world. However, it is a reality that causes incredible shame, silence and isolation for millions of people around the world because of the taboo nature of the topic...and too many people's ignorant and judgmental opinions that W/we should "get over it".

Somehow, I have found a way to embrace it. I have accepted that I will think of My father when I get-off on My own. I have accepted that I need elements of fear and violence in the hidden chambers of My relationships. But with a trusted partner, under the safest of circumstances, W/we will both transcend the abuse from which it was born to move beyond into the sublime world of pain and pleasure, and its many manifestations.

As I said, the following poem is a glimpse of My mind as I masturbate.
Remember, I am not the only one...and it was not a choice.

*****I hate the title, but I am stuck on what to call it. Does this title suit the poem? Does anyone have any suggestions?*****

____________________________________________

Fodder

I remember him between My legs
Whenever I need masturbate
I remember his enormous cock
Erect and on to penetrate
I craved his love and warm embrace
Repeat requests to penetrate
Still crave My daddy oh so much
Now its come to devastate

The title suits, it does not catch and drag in ... imho.
Someting like ... "My Craving" would. The whole poem is about your craving of your father. So it would still fit, and catch the eye of a reader. I am no expert, just giving a humble opinion ~

Kudos to you my friend for being straight forth and direct in your honesty. I cannot pretend to know or understand what you have went through, or what you feel, but I can wish you luck in finding a partner who understands and helps. Also, a partner who ... lights your fire ~

Good Luck my friend ~



~~ side note

... you have penetrate in the poem twice, really close together. Sometimes this is not good, others times it is. Ya might wanna take another look and see if you can find/feel another word out ... ~ Just me ~

 

[MamaSarah]

The second 'penetrate' was a typo...again.

The title suits, it does not catch and drag in ... imho.
Someting like ... "My Craving" would. The whole poem is about your craving of your father. So it would still fit, and catch the eye of a reader. I am no expert, just giving a humble opinion ~

Kudos to you my friend for being straight forth and direct in your honesty. I cannot pretend to know or understand what you have went through, or what you feel, but I can wish you luck in finding a partner who understands and helps. Also, a partner who ... lights your fire ~

Good Luck my friend ~



~~ side note

... you have penetrate in the poem twice, really close together. Sometimes this is not good, others times it is. Ya might wanna take another look and see if you can find/feel another word out ... ~ Just me ~

Thanks for the 'perpetrate' head's-up.
It was a typo.

Otherwise, I appreciate your feedback on the title. I like your suggestion. I will definately consider a title along the line of 'craving'.

As for your support, thank you again.
Most of My work these days is much more raw than how I live from day to day, as most works of art are. They show a glimse, a piece of the larger self.

I understand your sturggle to understand. I have been faced with hundreds of people who share the same challenge. But what is often overlooked is that there is no need for you to fully understand in order to appreciate and empathize.

However, your uindersatanding, appreciating and/or empathizing is not My goal. Here, I am simply seeking helpful feedback to a novice (in terms of being public about it) poet. You have helped. Thank you.