A slender body, hands soft and white, for the service of my delight, two sprouting breasts round and sweet, invite my hungry mouth to eat, from whence two nipples firm and pink, persuade my thirsty soul to drink, and lower still a secret place where I’d fain hide my loving face.
(from the wikipedia entry on Isadora Duncan)
Filed under: Literature/Poetry
Sublime ! thank you for sharing with us.
……a surrealistic, poetic yet perilous voyage guided by the principles of Amorous Gestures….
You feel so drunk when you are with your woman….why do you need alcholic beverages & Scotch that tastes like mist, a coarse, dense mist, like fine rain….
Sire, India has rich tradition of such writing, it is available as Mastram.