A woman’s body is like a violin;
It takes a terrific musician to play it
A woman’s body is like a violin;
It takes a terrific musician to play it
Interea longis fessos, erroribus artus
Deponens, jacui viridanti in fluminis ora
Murmure languidulo sopitus, et otia duxi,
Permulsus volucrum concentu auraque Favoni
Come listen lady-lovers to the Language of the Birds,
Hands slipping under covers to the magic of these words,
Unleash thy spinning fingers, let’s explore Calypso’s Cave,
When ecstasy must bring us ever closer, lord & slave.
I have sung a hundred sonnets in-between dull Sunday psalms
For the girls in pretty bonnets in the fields amidst the farms,
When in the warmer seasons I would lead them thro’ the corn,
To tease with playful reasons why our clothes should lay unworn!
As the good girls giggled by me, kicking apples down the lane,
I would whisper to them shyly, pressing flowers in a chain,
& charming them with sympathy, invite them thro’ the trees
To where they’ve bended good to me in woodlands on their knees.
On finishing their feast of me I’d lift a glist’ning chin,
Let kisses seek release in me, a look shall guide us in;
As for the rest; release the chi, hands roving as before,
If standing, let your spangling panties dangle to the floor,
If riding, ye should pull aside & park amidst the pines,
If biding time before he comes, uncork the scented wines,
Dress in a little negligee, let’s dim that too bright light,
There’s nothing like a lass at play to whet my appetite.
Lift up thy lighter fancies girls; a gorgeous gull white scene,
Wind-flashing snowdrift whips & swirls above the thirsted green,
See snow-drop heads & crocuses seep colours through the glade
& lily-lidded lotuses peep from a woodland shade.
Into the forest – lifeless, leafless – rushed the eastern breeze,
A flash of flushing springtime, herbage fluffs the blasted trees,
Down to a breast’s unbuttoning warm sunbeams gilding gold,
Despite the old dames muttering, ‘tonight might still be cold.’
A full-lipp’d, long-lash’d redhead, on the roads down to Dalry,
Has flipp’d the faintest flashings from the corners of her eye,
‘What bird or beast doth patter by?’ Her thoughts could not concur,
‘Perhaps a pretty butterfly?’ I float my mind to her;
‘Please feel no fear, my lovely lass, pray put your milk-pails down,
I fain would never let ye pass me, walking into town,
Without quenching my bone-dry thirst upon thy milk so white –
Aye, ye shall be the very first to whet my appetite.’
To woolly warmth I dive at once, suckling ten jiggling toes,
Then steadied her milk buckets as up both her legs I rose;
To nubile nibbling lay she flat, her struggle sparalyzed,
With ‘Stop!’ ‘Oh no!’ ‘Dinnae do that!’ Her snuggles much disguis’d.
Lips passing by her special place, beyond her belly too,
Clamping upon those ample breasts, her handsome nipples drew
Into my mouth, insatiate dance, on blowing moisture cool,
I headed south to find the lode-stone of her lady-jewel.
My scouting hands went on ahead, one found her rustic mound,
Her paradise, her pubic bed, I rubb’d it round & round,
As if it were a tended ground of silk-grass, softly swaying,
While blended pleasure-scented sounds assented to my playing.
O cunnilingus, intense tickling, flip-flap lapping tongue,
That flickers like a candle flame, that licks her fast & strong,
My swiftly-darting serpent tongue unleash’d pink alphabets
& sometimes strumm’d a Muslim-song flung from the minarets.
Both up & down, both fast & fully furious it roves,
Kissing virginal sunlit lips, searching for treasure troves,
I hit a spot, O special spot, her smooth back arch’d aloft,
‘Suck it,’ she almost begg’d to me, ‘suck it’ she whisper’d soft.
Erewhile I sucked I heard her sing, it was a joy to see
Her little quim all quivering essential ecstasy,
Slipping a sturdy finger in, gripping her thre’penny piece,
With gleeful pelvic beckoning her G-force did release.
I push’d on hard into that place, breath ruddering my own,
As swift rotations click in pace gush-waters flood the zone
From cunny upwards thrust uncoiling kundalini thread,
Mind disassembling, wet thighs trembling,earthquakes in her head.
From shaky pails thick droplets white splash flames across her waist,
Bright orbs of milky crystal, quite alluring to the taste,
‘At last my thirst is quench’d…‘ upjinking from her tensing knees,
Pull’d out… a wink, with one last drink went slinking thro’ the trees.
I left her in a panting pile, exhausted, eyelids tight,
Dreaming of shores romantic t’where she’d fly in faerie flight,
Catching her breath she patted down her petticoat, & tread
Back to her distant eiderdown, her boyfriend & their bed.
Upon the path she pass’d a lass, who, like a drunken bride
Taken to task, listen’d aghast; then ask’d, ‘where does he hide?’
Her fever pinn’d to open masts, she’ll share that man’s desire,
& was, that day, the second lass to fan my special fire.
These precious meetings soon became obsessional in me,
Investing into Heaven’s nests infectious energy
For, ‘things that mak a grown hen blush,’ shrill whispers in the kirk,
As to the woods more women rush those hours men trudge to work.
As one-by-one, footloose & free, dames skip back to their lives,
‘What changes have come over thee,’ hum husbands to their wives,
‘For ye seem very amorous, the most since ye turn’d bride,’
Of course it was her time with us that sent them satisfied.
I was only a poor poet, made for singing at her casement,
As the finches or the thrushes, while she thought of other things
She walked so high above me, she appeared to my abasement,
In her lovely silken murmur, like an angel clad in wings!
As summer chimes enchorial, what chorus every morn
Of songbirds’ strung arboreal for Horus’ all reborn,
My wilder side ran rampant loose, so good to feel alive,
‘I should,’ I mused, ‘try & seduce’ the wives of Moniaive,
For they go out a-foraging when trees are leafy full;
‘Believe me when I say to thee thou art too beautiful,’
I’d purr to them cautiously keen, a cheek-stray’d hair to fix,
Whether they were a crisp sixteen or frisky fifty-six.
Round all the girls of Galloway a wicked rumour spread;
‘A man lives in the woods, they say, makes forest floors a bed,
& understands the secrets of the Birds which dwell above
& better still he speaks the words to rouse a woman’s love.’
Ours was a Xanadu that June, a ‘Cisco this July,
As August Harvest comes too soon, one half-mile from Dalry
I saw a pretty buxom lass with hair like knotted gold,
Which glimmer’d gladly as she pass’d into the woodland wold,
When startling her a moment, stepping out from breathing trees,
‘Relax,’ said I, ‘Sir, are ya he?’ ‘Perhaps…’ ‘Sir if ya please,
I beg ye to attend tae what,’ she purs’d her scarlet lips,
‘Has burst intae some harlet knot, some curse between mah hips.
I think about yers everywhere, about the things ye’ll dee
Tae me if ah could only share mah perfect fling wi’ ye,
Mah pussy is an aga-stove that’s ne’er bin left to cool,
Which I’ve ‘gan ardour grove-tae-grove tae find ye, like a fool!’
‘Perhaps,’ much flatter’d by her dream, ‘a little later dear,
First, let us sup these sweetly streaming hillside waters clear,
Then feast upon this tasty hare I’ve roasted with dry sticks,
I caught it in my woodland snare, I caught it with my tricks.’
As with that gaily-splendid lass I settl’d to a meal,
Sat in the ferly-scented grass, our conversations wheel;
Bones pick’d right clean we look’d up to the dappl’d canopy
Where bluebirds preen, & pluck’d a few red apple-lanterns free.
She chibb’d a bite, I watch’d her loose lips slip the flesh within,
Watch sev’ral little juice-drips dribble down her tilted chin,
Them melted in her cleavage, when compell’d to view the wedge,
I felt my loins’ thrust-leverage propel me from love’s ledge,
T’where I a tender kiss impart, planted on panting chest,
An inch or two above her heart, let Nature do the rest;
Implanting rosin beauties in her ears, beneath the Jays,
Enriching courtship’s duties, weeping tears beneath my praise.
Brushing my hips her deft hand grips my cleft caduceus,
Between my lips her firm tongue slips wild, fluttering kisses,
‘What do you want… I want to please you,’ pleads she with a stare,
‘I only want,’ I whisper teasing, ‘just to be… down there.’
Haunching myself above her as the Moon tips oer the land,
She’s begging me to fuck her, tugging with an eager hand
My hard as rock, blood-swollen cock, pulsating smooth & red,
Fed in her aching labyrinth where liquid-silvers thread.
The Moon sent Myrtho’s shadows to the waters & the rocks
Beside the earthy meadows fill’d with dandelion clocks,
Then entering she gave a <GASP>, when with a fearful heave
Flesh lock’d in flesh, with tight’ning clasp our slim limbs interweave.
‘Look at the trees! Look at the trees!’ Her voice was rich like honey,
Its cadence willing me to please her choice, bewitching cunny,
Then spinning round she leaps on top, a spider with her prey,
Sliding her spike inside us… or I her… O God that’s Great!
Of all the images I see this is her matchless angle,
When gorgeously up over me breasts to my body dangle,
Them drifting down enchanting to my nipple-tickling teeth,
While fingers taut & slanting pat her lattice underneath.
For this is bliss, yes you & I, eternity is now,
When misty & auspicious skies, mysterious, endow
This moment with salacious light, thy vision grass-stalks frame,
Swaying to our lovemaking as when thunder moves thro’ flame.
Just like the waves which lap erewhile wee sailboats cruise the bay,
I pulse within almandine isle…. now turning her we lay
Two taut milk-ladles in the grass… then rise we, howling hounds,
Slapping her plump, abounding ass as mighty thigh-push pounds.
As she her conjugals betray’d (& bore she no remorse),
Like flagellants her flesh was flay’d, goug’d by the jaggy gorse,
She gave retort to shake the dead, or raise a husband’s e’en –
His wife, he thought, was making bread, but naewhere could be seen.
With gangly gang of angry guys he flung his search-array
Towards our clanging passion-cries a mile or two away,
For I, that night, had grown cocksure, with such doth instinct blunt,
Blown mesmerised by her alluring, soul-consuming cunt.
Ignoring vatic, stern-squawk’d cries from birds flown branch & leaf,
I lock’d her fast ‘twyx naked thighs, her troth of wedlock’s thief,
But just before oblivion’s forever shouts should flee,
Five gruff, rough, tough-toned scruffy men about us could we see.
Dark faces torchlight-flickering they dragg’d our lust apart,
With wife & husband bickering they tied us to a cart,
& dragg’d me off to Dumfries town, where in a cell I lay,
Alone… some flagging, sad-faced clown… the gossip of Galloway!
Bref, mon esprit sans connaissance d’ame
Vivait alors sur la bouche a ma dame
Don’t se mourait le corps enamoure:
Et si la levre eut guere demoure
Contre la mienne, elle m’eut suce l’ame
En la baisant
As I, condemn’d to live in sighs by Burghers of Dumfries,
Did one day listen to the cries of south-migrating Geese,
I found the frumpy Jailor’s Wife (she’d had me in July),
Had cook’d for me some country knife inside a prime beef pie.
With this (how marvellous the ruse) her half-wit husband trick’d,
With that lard-fellow well asnooze that tight wee lock I pick’d,
Ghosting within her chamber-room I twist her crystal dial,
Oblivious to danger’s doom for it had been a while.
Screeching upon an iron chair the Jailor eas’d from sleep,
I kiss’d his wife, fled from the lair, thro’ open window leap,
Night-hush soon broken by a howl to wake the whole damn town,
‘That man-wolf has escaped!’ men scowl, ‘let’s hunt the bastard down.’
Curs chase me thirty miles or more all thro’ the furtive night,
Til, coming hard upon thy door, ‘tis time to set things right,
On answering I sense thy shock, too scared to rouse the home,
Eyes Meet, Our Singing Soul-Ship’s Dock, Lips-Lock & Tongue-Tips Roam.
‘Why come to me?’ ‘I want to see thee, darling, I love you!
No woman’s ever shone in me the starlight that ye do;
Come leave thy husband, mistress, come & leave him as he snores,‘
Rush’d… in a state of half undress… ye join me out of doors.
Hen, off we fled, ‘gan glen-to-glen, two partners, hand-in-hand,
Up to the lang Water of Ken, hung high above the land,
From comely fleece we made a fire, where in its homely light
Lines of my silver sonnets hop like robins thro’ the night.
‘Ye jewel of the diamond’s price, ye bloom of rose’s rank,
Thine everlasting eyes entice me off the pirate’s plank
Into the oceans of thy heart, for in that heart we dwell,
Within this heart my Heaven & outwith thy heart my Hell.
My lovely love, my precious rose, more glorious than gold,
Led blithely in thy pert, lithe pose thy fineries unfold,
Lass, let me please unpick thy blouse with long, leaf-speckled stick,
I’ve sensed a lover’s needs arouse in thee, so strong, so quick.
Let lips fall on thy gentlest O, them deftly there shall trace
Wee love hearts with a fearie flow, leave imprints soft, like lace,
Let lips all feather-wafting drift against thy breasts so pert
Let strapping hands hitch up & lift the hem-stich of thy skirt,
With firmer grasp thy knees imprised, & spun upon the heel,
Ye with a gasp shall realized these sonnetries are real!’
A love of wondrous poesy creeping into violet hearts,
Pressing Atlantis panties deep into thy private parts;
A phantasy of auld return’d… she ravished midst the ferns,
When thistles bit & nettles burn’d un-noticed as she yearns
For some strong buck to suck her neck… I did & shook yer soul,
As buckling knees flop to the deck where, coupling, ye did crawl
To claim my carmine cock’s release, ye kneeling midst the trees,
Spread feelings I would fain ne’er cease from licking, taste & tease,
Girl, let things go, feel more than owned; throat, mouth, full of my girth,
Happy to drink thine ease from drouth, a thirsty girdle’s worth.
When licencing my roving palms, ye swoon & let them go,
Before, afront, between thy charms… above, behind, below,
Long fingers kissing cunny caves,’ rose-petal’d realms of bliss,
Tongue licking mystic honey-waves from crystal clitoris.
Beside the half-curl’d forest fronds of ferns wash’d by the Sun,
My swelling, bell-like manhood fondly yearns inside for yer hun’,
& enters supersensal worlds; hot, dizzying, orgasmic,
Surfing the transcendental swirls, inspiraling with magic,
I raise ye by thy slender waist, & with the other hand
Slow wind ye round, as now ye face the soaring, tawny land,
A rhythmical osmosis drew hot juices thro’ my loins
While sounds of hooves & horses grew that cursing cur conjoins.
A big, bold, beating, soul-completing, soar of awesome drums,
Roaring as fleet-heel’d saints were meeting, plucking seraph-strums,
Eternal & terrific discombobulating beam,
Our harp of sensuality’s emasculating dream.
A stunning gasp, the gauntlet run, our clasp insep’rable
Splashes across the Rubicon, the susurrus cerebral,
O sheer breath-taking, femur-shaking, quaking rush of blood;
O leaf-vein snaking, fruit-route taking, breaking gush of flood!
There flows such electricity when pours the whitest wine,
Immersed in eth’reality, content to know you’re mine,
As spurting procreation cells into thy nest released,
A songbird celebration fell’d the flame-fest to the east.
There is a certain alchemy when melodies fair merge,
I share with she rare chemistry & wear it surge-on-surge,
I live in her, she lives in me, there’s lyrics in our lust,
Such mystery shall always be our music & our trust.
Like Agravain on the ascent, like Agamemnon, rise
Hounds hard upon our blended scent; glows vile, bloodthirsty eyes,
As closer wrathful clamour grows I comfort thee & say,
‘There is a path from all our woes, we Poets know the way.
My lover, let us cuddle tight, gaze safely in these eyes,
Watch rays of psilocybin light make lazars in the skies…’
All in a dash of quantum flash we two were two white swans
Soaring yon Solway’s pebbledash to lands of sandy bronze.
The lady watched her lover – & that hour
Of Love’s, & Night’s, & Ocean’s solitude
O’erflowe’d her soul with their united power
Aslant vast snowstorms billowing about th’Atlantic stream,
We soar’d our way wind-willowing like twin wolves in a team,
High over waves where Tristan fell enraptur’d with Isolde,
For Love is Love, its captive spells entwining hearts enfold.
Now reach we France, where in a trance, Heloise & Abelard
Once sens’d that Love’s continuance the truth we all must guard,
Despite them parted by the Pope, Parisians exhumed
Their corpses to impart love’s hope, by Bounaparte entomb’d.
Hen, let us wend o’er Aquitaine’s pyramid Pyrenees,
As fast as faerie aeroplanes, slick-bullets on the breeze,
Yon Corsica & Aegadi’s dauntless Marettimo,
Where mountain Lords of Sicily oersail Monte Falcano.
Soon Gozo shuffles ‘neath us, where Calypso kept her cave,
& forced Odysseus to lust her as some slept-in slave,
Pining for his Penelope, heartbroken on the coast,
A martyr to love’s panoply, the pain that burns the most.
Beyond Arabia we fly, surfing its fabled sea;
Feel India, Garuda high, reveal star synergy,
As if searching for Seeta, sweetest of the East by far,
Til parakeets come greet us by the fleets of Tranquebar.
We, whipping west to Nicobar, view pearl-like necklace strings
Of islands perched on coral bar, O grand & sandy rings,
They beckon us to Andaman, where on the Jolly Bouy
Let us land as man & woman, world abandoned to our joy.
As ye lay naked in the sun, wild jasmine tarting air,
A banquet Pandaisian for thee I shall prepare,
The flesh-fruits of the mango tree, the oysters of the pearl,
The honey of the bumblebee, I’ll gather for thee girl.
As we settle down together to a dinner, you & I,
Under calm, unbroken weather of a balmy, breathless sky,
We saw, to sea, a fisherman stirring his craft along;
Mellifluous converse began, lips purring as in song.
‘The priggishness of Britishers is something to admire,
For without this the best of us could not afford an Empire!’
‘These prison isles seem little globes’ ye say, ‘as on the sea
& glebes, Ra trails his precious robes, golden exceedingly!’
As sunblaze zenith reaches let us bail from boil, lets trade
Cinder-sands of peachy beaches for a cool & leafy shade,
I’ll build for thee a hammock-bed from creepers, when complete,
Day-lazing, on thy stomach led, attending to thy feet,
My fingers pack vast reverie at pressure points festoon’d,
Touch-petall’d reflexology brings balance, if attuned,
A pretty pitter-pattering has flitter’d to each side,
Just like a witty sanderling… thy tension-knots untied.
As fishermen bring back the catch & sunset reddens sky,
I lie beside thy lavish thatch, our vibes intensify,
Ye are an island to explore, thy valleys, peaks & wood
Entice my wanders more & more, arous’d my carnal blood,
As ravish’d paradisean thy nipples bloom for musk,
Some easy Polynesian, as moon consumes the dusk,
My puckered lips did nip & suck, my tongue-tips tickled light,
I took the dip & slowly stuck two fingers up, & tight!
As Scop-Owl started up, ‘midst spritely violet foliage,
We set about our passion-rite, our private privilege,
With looks of love & lust let free, exquisite kisses please,
‘My love ye are so good to me,’ ye whistle to the breeze.
Still gorging an indulgent breast, still forging deep inside,
My thumb-club rubs thy nubbl’d nest, it cannot be denied;
While pleasure-beating, juice-secreting tissue wraps around
My dulcet-bleating, pulse-repeating passion pound-on-pound,
I found thy love-lined eyes aflame, I gaz’d in them & saw
The terrors of thy tigress tame, the truth behind the door,
We sat awhile all lotus-style, lock’d up, full face-to-face,
Immured, erewhile, transfix’d, tactile, we upwards ruck’d the pace.
As senses tantric-touching climb like rivers in a spate,
Commencing now the clutching time, two beings penetrate,
Those easy cygnets by the bay, those maidens squeezing milk,
It pleases me my man-flesh lay in hay-bales laced with silk.
As to the Scop-Owls perfect pump-like wuck-chug-chug I push,
My fingers find a secret stump-like nook… a geyser’s gush
Has fed thy heavy-petal’d fig, thy moist & golden flower,
Unfolding as my fingers dig with pois’d & potent power.
As up against a tree we stand a leaf falls on thy face,
I ease it off with soothing hand & smooth my movement’s pace,
When every time I heave my way into thy moist delights
Ye’ve moan’d up to the Milky Way’s sky-hoisted satellites.
As like a fox my cock’s withdrawn I spin ye round rear-end,
& pinning ye to floral fauna, we shall both descend;
As cherry rectum muscles for my final entrance steeled,
Thy perineum rustles to thine anal purse unpeel’d.
My left hand curls about thy chest, some heavy pressing robe,
Gripping the nipples of thy breast while tongue-tips earlobes probe,
My right hand hook’d inside ye is, exploring, while my thumb
Sits jitters on thy clitoris, this bliss shall make ye come
I had a feeling that Pandora’s box contained the mysteries of a woman’s sensuality, so different from man’s & for which man’s language was inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored
Sweetheart, ‘tis time to enter thee, tae bore thine armour’d dark,
An awesome <GASP> thy fingers grasp tae claw the palm-tree bark,
As all my astral love employs such esoteric touch,
At first ye cannae hold the joys, the motion feels too much.
When bodies settle down into the spirit of our task,
Thy face furls fairly round, & with a brazen look ye ask
To, ‘fuck me harder baby, fuck me into ecstasy!’
‘Ten minutes be my pardon, babe, & then I’ll set thee free,
Til’ then my strokes stay soft, stay slow, there’ll be no sharp surprise,’
Stoking a warm orgasmic glow in flame-encinctured eyes,
The Ocean brings a cautious breeze, the Moon the still of night,
A coconut crashes thro’ trees & bird disturbs to flight.
‘Nine minutes…’ let us sample what it’s like to fly a kite,
Sat in the rhythm temple of our temporal delight,
Singing the Karma Sutra, Saraswathi on sitar,
‘My love you are my future, are my life-raft’s guiding star.’
‘Just eight more minutes…’ breathe I as my darling strokes maintain
All the sultriness of Shanghai, smooth as Dubai’s darkling plain,
As to the vast skies, lightening an oratorio,
Flock’d high & flightless songbirds sing for morning’s holy glow.
On seven minutes pleasure-channels throb lip-bitingly,
Sliding the sex celestial, enmesh’d elatedly,
We are two Lovers natural, expressless, yon all speech,
Our Love the body beautiful on sempiternal beach.
‘Six minutes sweetheart, more for ya…’ still hail’d my steady hand,
Thy cortex cornucopia regaled at my command,
For while I softly stimulize thy spirit’s lissome dreams,
What lofty zephyrs phantasize of coming in the sunbeams!
‘Five minutes love…’ this thrust unties the keystone to unlock
Thy trust-exhaling orchid cries, the lilting for my cock
Cries acquiescence more & more, ye wishing I’d go faster,
But as I’ve told ye once before, good woman I’m yer master.
‘Four minutes…’ let us halt the hooves, we’ll watch the world stand still,
When looking at your body proves in thee my lives fulfil,
‘Ye are so fucking sexy lass,’ as with a gentle creak
I push into thine underpass & nipples ‘gan to tweak.
‘Three minutes…’ fainting lambs at play, life’s frolicking connects us,
A soft, sensory holiday of the foxy senses,
On flexing back converg’d a spell, night’s freckling starry chart;
Ineffable love-surges swell… felicitous my heart!
‘Two minutes more…’ the penetrating melody fulfils
Of sweet syrinxes resonating praise… the cloudy grills
& sunrays spear exotic… all my smoothness snaps to jolts,
Forbidden & erotic, clapping swarthy thunder-bolts.
‘One minute dear,’ into thine ear I whisper, ‘to complete
This countdown sensual seconds steer,’ increasingly our beat,
Invokes seething Vesuvious, her lava set to blow,
Fiances fucking furious, our virtuoso flow!
O Liberations! Celebrations! Racers Riding Skies!
Acceleration-laced Sensations Splice Colliding Thighs!
Champagne Decanters Set to Pop! Bees Hop upon on a Rose!
‘Im Coming Babe, Don’t Stop, Don’t Stop,’ Urging my Further Blows,
Thy Breath Cascades! My Shakeress! My Bel imperia!
Blending Tremendous Hand Grenades! Compell’d Hysteria!
Explosion-Quaking Uterus! From Flexile Meteors,
Voluptuous & Unctuous… fled rabbits from the wars.
Bee buzzing sweetly to thy squealing sequelae ablaze,
We gush completely to the keeling craze the sky portrays,
Faces of handsome certitude, grace ceases to exist,
Releas’d from randsom’d servitude, cheek-cuddling as we kiss’d.
With lips of pleasure pushing floods of brushing gossamer,
A tipsy-measur’d gulsh of blood eclipsed the dulcimer
Fern-angels play’d above us, perfum’d oxytocin clouds
Surrounds two perfect lovers, bound in one another’s shrouds.
Lass, we are one another’s best, our eye-beams twist & thread
On double beams, cemented chest, it seems as if we’re dead;
An integrated, satiated sense the storm was done,
As all about us celebrated swallows with the sun.
Inconscient in the gilded gaps twyx sex & ecstasy,
Lovegasming, our limbs collapse beside a shimm’ring sea,
Our randy & romantic pile, as frantic pantings fade,
Struck up the songbirds of this isle a sylver serenade.
We lay awhile… becalm’d… asleep… I rose without ye stirring,
I found a sea-shell round & deep, I fill’d it to yer purring,
Washing away yer sea-salt sweat ye sail’d a wistful sigh,
‘My love, I am not finish’d yet…’ ye whisper’d, ‘my, oh my…’
Ye sitting up, I slid behind, cupping a supple breast,
Letting my favour’d fingers find the moist & swollen crest
Of thy most tender labia; with searing, stealthy stroke,
I’ll have my lovely way wi’ yer, when with a slender poke
I push my fingers deep once more… surf shines upon our feet…
Transported to this lapping shore as alchemies complete;
Lass, let us cease this wooing song my cooing kisses seal,
Come here to me… come taste my tongue… try doing this for real!