quarta-feira, janeiro 14, 2004

Erotika Poesia 

Tullia replies, my dear Octavia, you,
That I can teach, shall every secret know.
Come this way, I've a pretty engine here,
Which used to ease the torments of the fair;
And next those joys which charming Man can give,
This best a woman's passion can relieve.
This dildo 'tis, with which I oft was wont
To assuage the raging of my lustful cunt.
For when cunts swell, and flow with strong desire,
'Tis only pricks can quench the lustful fire;
And when that's wanting, dildoes must supply
The place of pricks upon necessity.
Then on your back lie down upon the bed,
And lift your petticoats above your head;
I'll show you a new piece of lechery,
For I'll the man, you the woman be.
Your thin transparent smock, my dear remove
That last blessed cover to the scene of love,
What's this I see, you fill me with surprise,
Your charming beauties dazzle quite my eyes!
Gods! what a leg is here! What lovely thighs!
A belly too, as polished ivory white,
And then a cunt would charm an anchorite!
Oh! Now I wish I were a man indeed,
That I might gain thy pretty maidenhead,
But since, my dear, I can't my wish obtain,
Let's now proceed to instruct you in the game;
That game that brings the most substantial bliss;
For swiving of all games the sweetest is.
Open wide your legs, and throw them round my back,
And clasp your snowy arms about my neck.
your buttocks then move nimbly up and down,
Whilst with my hand I thrust the dildo home.
You'll feel the titulation by and by;
Have you no pleasure yet, no tickling joy?
Oh! Yes, yes, now I faint, I die.

Sodom´s of palace pleasure... and other fragrant poesies
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