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Erotic words
Let's talk about sex.. but let's do it well, which words, poems, books turn you on?
Anais Nin? Henry Miller? The French Lieutenants Woman? Andrew Marvell? Try this Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals, as when from flowery meads the hill's shadow steals. Off with that wiry coronet and show The hairy diadem which on you doth grow; Onw off with those shoes, and then safely tread In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed. In such white robes heaven's angels used to be Received by men;thou angel bringst with thee A heaven like Mahomet's paradise; and though Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know By this these angels from an evil sprite: Those set our hairs, BUT these our flesh upright. License my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above,below. John Donne 1669 Enjoy and lets hear some sexy words please!!! Andrew |
Another one, more for ladies or boys!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, as if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail Coleridge |
pfft. flowery verse about sex makes me wanna punch koalas in the neck.
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How about
"To sail beyond the sunset" by Robert A. Heinlein? The whole book .. :) |
leave our koalas alone!
they're a protected species anyway, so u'll be fined quick smart and in a hurry |
not sure if this counts, its part
of one I wrote and posted a while ago :) I started kissing and licking lower and lower you trembled and shook like a blossoming flower. My lips wandered over your soft thighs you parted your legs to reveal a surprise. A trimmed bush shone with delicate delight you opened your womanhood to my touch and sight. The wetness glistened on your fragrant skin you let loose your aroma and inviting me in. |
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Don't forget "Time Enough For Love", "Methusela's Children", "Friday", "Stranger in a Strange Land" (Grok?) All by R.A.H. But for THE most erotic, pasionate verses in all history, check out the Song of Solomon... 1:1)"O that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth! For your love is better than wine" 7:1)"How gracefull are your feet in sandals, O queen;y maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. Your navel is a rounded bowl, that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled with lillies. Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle." 7:7) "You are as stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters" There's more....check it out. |
well, ooh-la-la. lemme dig into my poem stash for some fancy words. "really love your peaches / wanna shake your tree". there, how's that? *grumbles*
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hi
there is a prob with me. i never had sex with any girl. would anyone like to tell me how i can retain myself for longer period without any medicine. and how much time a girl take to cum. |
wow... now THAT's a seamless segue. nicely done.
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Murphy,
Have read from Heinlein what i could lay my greedy hands on, be assured :), all in your list and more. OL, not the crappy German translations, Heinlein's witty langauge does not survive that. Albeit the Friday translation is not outright bad. Yes, Friday/Marjorie Baldwin, agreed. Very erotic!! but a bit to rough she is for my taste, still prefer Maureen Johnson Long. Would marry this character on 1st sight ! :) |
Dice,
Yes, Mamma Maureen is RAH's most erotic charachter ...altho Hazel Stone or Dee Tee Carter might be more fun... |
Another totally explicit text and erotic is Alina Reyes - The Butcher. A kind of anti-meat erotic story for vegetarains.
Andrew |
I think erotic need not be explicit, sensuous is often as erotic, if not more so. Too oft quoted I know, but Pablo Neruda does it for me.............
Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects. |
Thanks, Andrew. The Butcher sounds cool to this vegetarian :)
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