by Ds Padawan
This is clearly a no-frills finger pointing to what every guy really wants. When I read this, I see a warm marble floor - no furniture in the room. I can see her through the window, off in the distance: long black hair, seated by the road in a wicker-chair - half-obscured by the low-hung leaves of a tree.
See title. Thank you. A pleasure to read.
I've heard better advertisements for the US Army, I must admit.
I want to teach you
what I can do with my mouth
Want you to teach me
everything you know in bed
These are, literally, absolutely, the best lines of poetry ever written. Without doubt. I'm going to burn 100 copies of The Waste Land in your honour, and re-write it under the title of The Taste Land. These lines will be the epigraph. Here is a sample:
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
me with your mum.
I hope, one day, we'll be as good as you.