E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings's erotic poems and drawings accumulated in one volume.
Many years in the past the prodigious and famously prolific E. E. Cummings sat in his learn writing and pondering intercourse. His inner most brooding gave strategy to poems and drawings of sexual and romantic love that satisfaction and impress. right here, accrued for this primary time in one quantity, are these erotic poems and sketches, culled from Cummings's unique manuscripts through the prestigious editor George James Firmage.
may i think stated he
(i'll squeal acknowledged she
just as soon as stated he)
it's enjoyable stated she
(may i contact stated he
how a lot acknowledged she
a lot stated he)
why now not acknowledged she
Strands of magic ache …. through day this girl in her limousine oozes in trendy site visitors, simply a halfsmile (for society’s candy sake) within the now not too frail lips nearly mentioned; among her and ourselves a nearly-opaque fragrance disinterestedly obscene. xix. my girl’s tall with difficult lengthy eyes as she stands, together with her lengthy challenging fingers conserving silence on her gown, strong for dozing is her lengthy challenging physique packed with shock like a white surprising cord, whilst she smiles a troublesome lengthy smile it.
Spring; an awkward brightness of air splendidly stumbled above the sq., little amorous-tadpole humans wiggled battered by means of stuttering pearl, leaves jiggled to the jigging body spray of newness —and then. My loopy arms loved your costume …. your kiss, your kiss was once a different brittle flower, and the flesh crisp set my love-tooth on facet. So until eventually gentle every one having each one we promised to fail to remember— wherefore is there not anything left to wager: the inexpensive clever thighs, the electrical trite.
Of best intercourse. within the reliable previous summer season. My wonderful bullet in tickling intuitive flight aches, simply, easily, into, her. Thirsty stirring. (Must be summer season. Hush. Worms.) yet It’s Nicer To Lie In mattress —eh? I’m no longer. Again. Hush. God. Please hold. Tight ii. my power turning into wistful in a glib woman i think about her as a leaf thinks of the sky, my brain takes to nib -bling, of her posture. (As a watch winks). and nearly i chorus from jumbling her flesh whose informal.
Agreeable flower among my amused legs kissing with little dints of april, making the obscene shy breasts tickle, giggling whilst i wilt and wince vii. i admire my physique whilst it really is along with your physique. it's so particularly new something. muscle tissues greater and nerves extra. i love your physique. i admire what it does, i love its hows. i love to think the backbone of your physique and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i'll time and again and back kiss, i love kissing this and that of you, i.
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