- Erotic Poetry
- Shakespeare and I Canto 6
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Shakespeare:
“O curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their appetite.” *
I:
O blessed marriage of unmarried,
They wear the rings,
But passions sting,
To me ten have flocked,
Just for an erotic trot.
A touch here,
A dropped note there,
Perfumed with obsession,
A fondled coffee cup,
And that “look”,
Then between crimson sheets we cook.
I never chase young rings,
But never stop the rings of wed fashions,
To bring me their stings of lost passions.
O forbidden thoughts and desires,
The young married women on fire,
They give me their full appetite,
Of lustful and far from delicate,
Beauties of deprive--depraved imagination.
* Othello. Act 3, scene 3
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