The romantic esteems the ideal,
By nature more perfect than real.
That’s all very well,
But I’d much rather smell,
Taste and chew, fuck and feel!
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Flustered
Though she’d secretly longingly lusted,
Confused, she grew hopelessly flustered:
The poor blushing bride
It seemed couldn’t decide
To be glad or appalled and disgusted.
The moving finger
The sweet pleasure of love is but fleeting;
The making of love self-defeating…
You can make it linger,
By sniffing your finger,
Though this, strictly speaking, is cheating.
Well groomed
Mistress Emily’s prone to abscond
With the groom, of whom Emily’s fond,
And indulge in lewd sport,
At which, if she were caught,
All would call her redemption beyond.
Clark Gable
That old debonair bastard, Clark Gable,
Without pause or tiring, was able
To fuck first young starlets,
Then stray girls and harlots:
A stud indeed! More like a stable!
Anais Nin
The insatiable Anais Nin
Had a great predilection to sin:
To quote Henry Miller,
(Who didn’t fulfill her),
Anais was nice to be in.
Though Anais would climax and swoon,
Henry Miller, she wrote, came too soon.
When he ran out of puff,
She’d still not had enough,
So she also seduced his wife, June.
It was such fun to be avant-garde;
Life was one long, risqué masquerade:
Having orgies with friends,
Any means to all ends,
Reading books by the Marquis de Sade.
Since she frankly described in her journal
Her sexual exploits nocturnal,
We know about Nin…
From her smooth, silky skin
To her slippery organs internal.
In Anais’s book, “Little Birds”,
Which is littered with four-letter words,
She wrote of erotica,
Sex and exotica,
Pretty much roughly in thirds.
Madame Nin’s work was not pornographic;
It dealt, though, with sex, straight and sapphic:
In “Delta of Venus”,
The cunt and the penis
Commingle in sociable traffic.
Back in Paris, between the World Wars,
Behind veils, or curtains of gauze,
Naked, prone or supine,
Blurred and thin was the line
Between rich, refined ladies and whores.
An udder story
If you like your girls buxom and hairy,
That’s fine, but perhaps a bit scary.
If wanting to root
Girls with jugs and hirsute
You might fancy a job in a dairy.
Fatal attraction
Though the girl had a cunt like a chasm,
When fucked, and she came to orgasm,
The rash fellow who
Had embarked on a screw
Would be squashed, balls and all, by the spasm.
White lies
As he nudged up towards where her hole lay,
He was heard, in a voice to cajole, say
“I love you, I swear,
And your hymen won’t tear,
If I don’t push my prick in the whole way!”
Medusa
Her loins gripped, like the coils of Medusa,
The prick of her would-be seducer,
Who cried, “I shan’t hurt you!
I’ll honour your virtue…
If you could just make your thighs looser!