- Erotic Poetry
- Dinner in Georgetown
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Two or three minutes more, and I'm going to
Slip my hand onto his thigh
Under the table, David, here at this
Dinner party in Georgetown, yes
Right here in motherfucking Georgetown, David.
It's become so hard to hold my tongue lately
But now, see, this makes it so easy!
I'm demure as Aesop's cat become a damsel
And I sit and I eat and I sip my wine
So agreeable, not at all the shrew
You've complained about lately, no, not
At all a shrew. And under the table I'm
Going mousing, but noone will even know.
I'm going to put my hand on his
Thigh. I'm going climbing, darling!
(Can't you read my mind by now, love, or
Don't you care?) And I trust I'll soon find
The hard peak of an erect member
Something firm so I can keep a good grip--
You weren't about to say something, were you
David? Yes, he's a faculty member, I do
Remember, but I was thinking about his
Cock, dear: but I'm just going to hold my tongue.
It's all so easy now! And with any luck
Later, hopefully, I'll even get to hold
The whole thing in my mouth.
- COMMENTS
WillowedCabinabout 13 years agoreally, enjoyed this. I'm looking forward to more of your stuff.
bogusagainabout 13 years ago..just didn't work for me nor cock, I felt they just didn't go with the spirit of the piece, they jarred for me. There are many amusing euphemisms that could be used for that amusing piece of anatomy that would enhance the tale. Once again, one could nit pick but an amusing read that carries one along.
twelveooneabout 13 years agoand grad school mixer, over in New Poems, thread link below.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=37751186#post37751186
make your way over if you see fit.
twelveooneabout 13 years agothing here as the one below.A5. Ok, I get pissy when authours come over and think that an expression of emotion is what poetry is all about. You don't insult my intelligence. This is right there. The problem is you are not leaving much to my imagination. Again, high praise for the writing, it is neither clinical not trite. Senna Jawa said something ( I used to beat the shit out of him for as bring too simplistic), I'll quote him "The difference between poetry and prose is in prose the writer adds 50% and the reader adds 50%. In poetry the writer gives 10% and the reader adds 90%. If that helps, go thank him.
