- Erotic Poetry
- prophet of cocks, clits and cum
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“When you're dead, you'll regret not having fun with your genital organs.”
-- Joe Orton's diary, 23 July, 1967.
Don't waste this life, darkling. When I'm all ghost
I will spend my time watching you undress.
The dead are voyeurs. Perverts. They are host
to a thousand lusts they cannot possess,
like me. Like a chaste nun who masturbates
in the after-life. We all make amends.
My dark one; he said, “She who menstruates
is now unclean.” “She who hungers, offends.”
That's an infidel talking. He who “Scorns
the gift of divine orgasm” deserves
to be a cuckold. Billy-goat rough. Horns
to the devil. We are prophets of curves
and cocks, clits and cum. All sex is sacred.
Why wait til I'm dead to see you naked?
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