Poems that will get you laid

It's very sexy, kicky! I'll type the whole poem out for you later, when I have a bit more time.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/eecummings

.. & another one. I love e e Cummings! :

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she


(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she


(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)


may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she


may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she


but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she


(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she


(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

Really good stuff, msolga. I had forgotten how sensual old e.e. could be. Thanks for postig those.

A pleasure, Andrew! I'd forgotten, too, then searched for & found my "complete works" after these posts. I love his tongue in cheek anti-war stuff a lot, too.

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

Song of Solomon Chapter 7

Hey, Kicky, if your girls dont get laid with all those, I dont know...

I think, he's private messaging all women as we speak

I like this Cummings guy. I'll be memorizing those. Thanks, msolga! And Dlowan, thank you too!

"Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins."

One question: WTF is a "roe"?

good lord

you guys are gonna get kicky either laughed at or smacked with that stuff

roe, kicky, are fish eggs, i believe. like caviar. i don't think that's what author meant though, that would not get you laid for sure.

aren't they young deer? which still doesn't make a lot of sense

How about some Millay? You probably only need to memorize the bolded lines of these seduction sonnets. The first one, for example, follows the Tao of Steve ideal of telling the woman you are not interested, even though the descriptions are erotic:

Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;
Not we,--articulate, so, but with the tongue
Of all the world: the churning blood, the long
Shuddering quiet, the desperate hot palms pressed
Sharply together upon the escaping guest,
The common soul, unguarded, and grown strong.
Longing alone is singer to the lute;
Let still on nettles in the open sigh
The minstrel, that in slumber is as mute
As any man, and love be far and high,
That else forsakes the topmost branch, a fruit
Found on the ground by every passer-by.


This one makes sex sound like a lot of fun:

Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,
Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after
The launching of the colored moths of Love.
Love's proper myrtle and his mother's zone
We bound about our irreligious brows,
And fettered him with garlands of our own,
And spread a banquet in his frugal house.
Not yet the god has spoken; but I fear
Though we should break our bodies in his flame,
And pour our blood upon his altar, here
Henceforward is a grove without a name,
A pasture to the shaggy goats of Pan,
Whence flee forever a woman and a man.


This sonnet has a certain end of the evening desperation, but still seems very worldly and makes "her" sound the more desperate:

Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,--farewell!--the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.

Good luck. Is this for a pre-Valentine's Day quest?

Yeah, yeah, yeah...I can picture me loudly reciting this stuff over a gin-soaked bar for some floozy with alcohol-saturated blood and glassy, unfocused eyes...I LIKE IT!!!

Actually, it's not a Valentine's day quest. I just never posted anything in the poetry forum before. he he he...

Here you go Kicky, try this poem, I wrote it myself

I saw you standing there
With the most attractive eyes
So Sultry and alluring
You've got me hypnotized

When our eyes met at that moment
I knew that you were mine
Please come with me to my place
And be my valentine

Thanks colorbook!!! Would that work on you?

That poem would definitely make me smile...and that's a good start...any guy that's not afraid to recite poetry to a woman is worth getting to know

When is V-day?

I should go out that night.

Here is my contribution:

Hey there you,
lookin' so fine.
I was hopin' you would be my Valentine.
Nothin' too serious,
nothin' for long,
I just want you to ride my big, hard...uh, horse.

Oh kicky, how lucky you are to have so many female a2ker's helping you with your plight :wink: