now that's poetry in motion

i took a bath and read e. e. cummings' erotic poems. my dick floated before my eyes, and i thought about her still laying naked on the couch-turned-bed in the living room.

i had wanted to write about her since a long time, but it now seemed vain. i guess no one can really evoke the swirl that love is as well as edward estlin. 

yourbodyleaning

forward,

arms stretched like a cat’s,lips
licked and hairpulled

and cheeks…….stroked and buttocks.

slapped and              mouths

opened and moanings heard
and fingers               crossed.

Names called and

blah -

blah -

                                   blah,

roses are

red,

violets are

blue,

let’s go to bed,

O how i love you.

hahaha.

"and possibly i like the thrill,

of under me you so quite new"

Blouse - Ghost Dream (Official Music Video) from $ANDBOXXX on Vimeo.

Yes, the video is one week old but a) i love blouse b) i was in high school one of the guys that shot it