By all love's soft, yet mighty powers,
It is a thing unfit,
That men should fuck in time of flowers,
Or when the smock's beshit.
Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind,
And all my joys restore;
By using paper still behind,
And sponges for before.
My spotless flames can ne'er decay,
If after every close,
My smoking prick escape the fray,
Without a bloody nose.
If thou would have me true, be wise,
And take to cleanly sinning,
None but fresh lovers' pricks can rise,
At Phyllis in foul linen.
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From guest Erin Blankenship (contact)
If you are surprised by the language, you can't be well aquainted with Wilmot's poems. Allthough I'll grant that a poem about sex with a woman who is menstruating is graphic, even for him. But funny as hell! "my smoking prick escape the fray, without a bloody nose." That is such a well-turned phrase. -
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One time in All Poetry someone told me I should never say the word Fuck Or Screw...maybe I should show them this to proove them wrong lol. This was very good. I enjoyed it.
Thanks for sharing,
Kari -
it was interesting
This is pretty cool, at first I didn't like how he said fuck..and it was definitly a shock factor. But then I thought again, and that I find respectable, because atleast he had the balls to say what he wanted to say.
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