Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can I gently take down your shorts
please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off your clothes below your chair
please master can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass
please master can I lick your groin curled with soft blond fur
please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may I pass my face to your balls,
please master, please look into my eyes,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong thumbed
till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base
till I swallow and taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined Please
Master push my shoulders away and stare into my eye, & make me bend over the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist
please master your rough hand's stroke on my neck your palm down my backside
please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of your spit and your thumb stroke
please master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please
Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self-hole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped around my breast
your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/ your little fingers
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,
please master sink your droor thing down my behind
& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk
till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over
till I'm alone sticking out your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom
please master lunge it again, and withdraw to the tip
please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me Please
Master drive it down till it hurts me the softness the
Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center & fuck me for good like a girl,
tenderly clasp me please master I take me to thee,
& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood
your fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in Paris carlots
please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat fuck
body of tenderness, Give me your dog fuck faster
please master make me go moan on the table
Go moan O please master do fuck me like that
in your rhythm thrill-plunge and pull-back bounce & push down
till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be loved
Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole
& fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish
& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat
over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you
please Master.
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From guest Joshua (contact)
I think this is an amazing poem when you realize that he's not just talking about dirty sex, but a whole mindset reality where his very existence seems dependent on approval. it's almost as if he feels worthless but here "the Master" is giving him what he needs a sense of self and identity through being needed and desired. To really grasp the sense of need in the poem you need to read it aloud with the mindset of begging (or if need be ask a masochist to read it to you). -
From guest Aaron H (contact)
I think the use of repetition in this poem is great, (to address another person's comment.) Yes, Ginsberg could have wrapped up the general idea of the poem into four lines. But that condensed poem wouldn't have the impact of the original. Ginsberg repeats the same handful of words and phrases over and over, in order to re-enforce the meaning behind them. When you think about it, it's kind of like the act of sex itself... -
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From guest Brucie b (contact)
I quite like the poem. I didn't like what the poem was about, but to me writing poetry is all about writing about onces experiences in life; whether it be love, love making, misfortunes etc. -
shocking poetry does not equal great poetry. Sorry but Allan I'm not impressed.
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From guest kajira (contact)
I don't know about this poem; it leaves nothing to the imagination. It leaves nothing to think about--it's all out there... for me one read is enough. -
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From guest Danilynn (contact)
so i read this poem... in my 9th grade english class, doing a research paper on this poet, and my teacher did not inform me on the types of poems this man has created. So... i think that its too wrong even for a gay man, you can express ur sexual desires in a less descriptive manner. Theres got to be border lines, boundariy, limits, and what not. I personaly find this poem disturbing, but i did not read the first four lines and then just exit out of it, no! I Read the whole thing, well i dont thinik sex and poetry are a very good mix, just doesnt work! So my comments on this may seem harsh and may be confusing but thats how i feel about this poem, i like poetry and i have read all sorts of it but this introduced me to a whole new world of poetry that i never knew exsisted.
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Wow, hmm, yes... Well, this must be one of the most interesting reads I've had in a long time. Very blunt, obviously not for the faint of heart. Well done though...
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From guest unforgivable (contact)
I'm for gay rights completly but this really is akward on every level, illegal in fourteen countries, and just wrong in 17 languages and every household in america. I laughed through about 93.78% of it. G8 poem tho no doubt!! i h8 wen ppl rit lik dis: ex. g8 -
I wonder if this comma was intended; "my face to your ball,s"
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I didn't really care for this, I don't think Allen Ginsberg did good work with the repetition tool. Many poets have crafted that device, but it didn't work for him.. This poem could have just said
'fuck me now
male on male,
make me beg
for my master's fuck'
and the whole thing would have been contained in it.
But who knows, perhaps he had a purpose in this, deeper than anal sex?
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One comma repositioned. Thank you
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When I find this poem to be particularily interesting because of it's bluntness. Ginsberg hides nothing and makes it absolutely clear that there is nothing for him to hide.
I thought it was interesting how the gender of the speaker was fairly slowly revealed and it is only mentioned that this person is male first at line 28. At least, breezing through this again, that's the first mention I found, perhaps it was a little earlier. I'm wondering if Ginsberg meant this poem to be that way, so that you only know that these are two men about halfway through the poem. I'm not sure, but I thought that was interesting.
I also thought it was interesting how he toyed with the whole relationship between love and sex. I just find it odd that love is even mentioned at all, as with a lot of poems I have read about sex and in the genre of erotica, love is either a complete constant, or is never mentioned at all. Very daring, to do something like that.
I also love the lack of punctuation and how he plays with where he places the word "Master" and how sometimes he capitalizes it and sometimes he doesn't.
Very well written.
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