You enfold me

In a scented taste of

Fire-roasted vegetables


Sweet as corn

Spicy as cayenne

Juicy as tomato

Pungent as garlic


Blanketed in a

Smoky aura of nut bark


Skewer you

Set you on fire

Melt on my tongue



© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)






(Your terrorizing didn’t work, Mom, but thanks for trying )


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Sweet Sixteen visit to an off-campus frat party

At the local Ivy League University

The time is before designer drugs

Hit the street

A time when date rape was mistaken

For love and lust instead of

An act of violence

And the worst thing we have to worry about

Is the dreaded

Yet oh-so-longed-for

“Spanish Fly”

A mystical

Maybe mythical


That makes nubile


Female teens

Panting for the


Male teens

With no blame

If she “does it”

Because who could resist

This secret recipe

Slipped into…where?

One’s drink

Or throbbing parts

Nice girls are not allowed to know about

Any excuse

To strip off one’s clothes

And finally feel

What the characters of Harold Robbins,

Henry Miller, Grace Metalious

And all those others do

In books stolen

From parents’ bedrooms

To be hidden under the lining of

The bedside chair

Reserved for reading by moonlight

On lonely, virginal nights…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Blurry Me At Sixteen

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