On a white card she wrote: “Could do better.
Instructions obeyed to the letter.
Work neat and correct.
Penis nicely erect.
Could have waited until I’d got wetter.”
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She woke up having dreamed she’d been raped,
By a penis fantastically shaped,
And it still seemed so real, it
Seemed she could still feel it;
Her pussy still dribbled and gaped!
Radar
At a party, he’d schmooze and he’d mingle,
And sniff out a girl who was single;
At once he could tell,
From her eyes and her smell,
And the end of his penis would tingle.
Starlight
The stars were romantic and twinkly;
His penis grew less and less wrinkly.
Her breasts hovered, white,
Like twin moons in the night,
And her labia winked at him pinkly.
Not with a bang
It came not with a bang, but a whimper;
His world’s end: his penis grew limper
And limper. “Bad luck,”
She said “Now we can’t fuck.”
She did add, though, she’d still let him pimp her.
At first sight
She had heard he could truthfully boast
Of a penis much bigger than most,
But still, when he unzipped,
She stood wide-eyed, tight lipped,
And cross-legged and as white as a ghost!
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.