Poetry?

ralphinlaos · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:21 am Post subject:

Keep it up, Saffron; this thread will soon be rated XXX (and be far more popular than it is now).

Phenomes - I think they're for sale in your local pharmacy or health food store. Everything is; is you can't manufacture it yourself, buy some!

Ralph

Saffron · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 12:06 pm Post subject: Sex

ralphinlaos · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 12:14 pm Post subject:

Saffron!!!!!!!

And not a mention of Michigan in the entire poem; I'm just crushed. I guess we're better known for our apples and potatoes. Pity.

Ralph

Penelope · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 12:18 pm Post subject:

I love you Ralph....but bugger off....pheromones are a bloody nuisance....

Saffron...lovely Saffron....you had a Lover?

I missed out on all that....but I wrote a lot of poetry....

Let us see if we get XXXX rated!

......this is the difference between pornography and erotica....one of them makes you feel dead to the human soul.....and one of them makes you feel alive....and in touch with the reality that is in us....we use our five senses to communicate....with our bodies and our souls.....

Shall we discuss? Or shall we be inhibited? Wink

Saffron

Penelope wrote:

Penelope · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 12:39 pm Post subject:

Yes, that is the trouble isn't it Saffron?

Just because one is on a diet, doesn't mean one can't read the menu!

Then again, you can't eat the menu!!!!! Laughing

Saffron · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 1:00 pm Post subject:

Penelope · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 1:51 pm Post subject:

Hmmmm, well this is the trouble with us women....

Most of the sex goes on in our minds.....it's good in the body, but it's sublime in the mind.

I think the most errotic part of a relationship, for a woman, is the first kiss, but then......for the most part.....I didn't get much further than that.And I liked all the rest of it with the man I got......so that settled that. More good luck than good management on my part....I hasten to add. Laughing

Saffron · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 9:48 pm Post subject:

Might as well go all the way....

i like my body when it is with your body

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

--e.e. cummings

Penelope · Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 9:12 am Post subject:

Valentine

The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see you eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a fte.
I’d like to offer you a flower.

I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I’d like all your particulars in folders marked Confidential).

I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement of your teeth
(Half above and half beneath) in rows.

I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work, on hinges.

I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I’d like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I’d like to give you just the right amount and get some change.

I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you nod and hold a teacup. I like your legs when you unwind
them.
Even in trousers I don’t mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.
I like the little crease behind them.
I’d always know, without a recap, where to find them.

I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I’d like to cross two hemispheres and have you chase me.
I’d like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I’d like you to embrace me.

I’d like to see you ironing your skirt and cancelling other dates.
I’d like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.

I’d like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I’d let you put insecticide into my wine.
I’d even like you if you were the Bride of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s Jekyll and Hyde.
I’d even like you as my Julian of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs Rochester or a student of boolean mathematics.

You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I’d like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin. And see you grin.
I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russe,
I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I’d like to make you reproduce.

I’d like you in my confidence.
I’d like to be your second look.
I’d like to let you try the French Defence and mate you with my rook.
I’d like to be your preference and hence
I’d like to be around when you unhook.
I’d like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book, your future tense.

John Fuller


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