” Her kisses were
so close and kind,
That, trust me on my word,
Hard wood I am,
and wrinkled rind,
But yet my sap was stirr’d… “
” Ah, earthly life burns in a myriad splendours
Not even death’s dark hazard can destroy.
I yield, a willing prisoner, to joy;
I never sorted with discreet pretenders.
And as the shaken glaucous wave engenders
Spindrift, so my green falling silks deploy
A froth, and all is stripped to the last toy,
And, caught in ecstasy, my sense surrenders.
Why does the blossom wanton in the light,
The blue horizon lure me to its border?
My body too is of their bent and order:
My every nerve vibrates to rapt delight,
And I distrain my life of its last treasure
As if my mounting days
had brimmed their measure. “
Thou art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower
And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee.
’Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower,
I seek but thee.
I feel the ivory of thy petals fair
Brush lightly on my belly as I woo
And I would sting thee, if I did but dare,
So sweet you are.
I suck the honey from your dewy bowl
And drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss,
Within your cup, I yield to you my soul
And drink your kiss….
“Do I have your permission to rock away and give you the ride of your life?”
Why does it feel like he’s secretly talking dirty to me?
“Yeah, go ahead, rock it nice and hard,”
I say without thinking,
then bite down on my lip
as the dirty section of my brain
catches up with me.
Honestly, I didn’t even
know that side existed.