- Erotic Poetry
- Beds To Make
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She has a lot of beds to make tomorrow,
She lies in one of them, her thighs spread wide.
It's neither to her chagrin nor her sorrow,
You have not come, although you'd slip inside.
Tomorrow, she'll have sheets to wash quite clean,
So, will she smile to see the strange-shaped stains?
Remembering just how you made her cream,
Each shape: a recollection of your pains.
Come morning, she will have a lot to do,
Changing the pillows there beneath her hips,
So, make it worth her while: please won't you
Just turn her; fuck her hard; spread her cunt lips;
Be rigorous; enjoy, for goodness sake,
Tomorrow, she's a lot of beds to make.
- COMMENTS
SweetOblivionover 13 years agoAuthorIt follows the verse form rigorously. Each quatrain develops a specific idea, but one closely related to the ideas in the other quatrains and the metre and verse form is spot on:
a b a b
c d c d
e f e f
g g
As for "blocks of text" - I suggest you read a few sonnets before you critique again. For instance Shakespeare's Sonnet XXIX:
"Sonnet XXIX"
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Again purism and bawdy don't sit well - so it's no matter. Thank you for your slightly, misdirected attention to the verse.
S.O.
twelveooneover 13 years agosee previous comment on your other one. However hidden in this block o'text, is a better ending.
