i need a poem to send to my husband out of town somehting sexy
2006-08-12 05:52:20 · 9 answers · asked by Mrs. Canada 1 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
I made one for you:
My legs are spread
chained to the bed
Slap my face with your engorged dick head
2006-08-12 05:58:22 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 2⤋
I Know U want a poem, and it would be nice to send him 1. But if U would really like to WOW him then tell him whats in ur heart just how much u love him!! Tell him how much ur heart beats when hes around and how empty u feel when hes not there! Poems are 1 thing But the truth of the heart cannot be throw away!!!
2006-08-12 06:02:46 · answer #2 · answered by ? 1 · 3⤊ 0⤋
Yep... a classic
O Blush Not So!
John Keats
O blush not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.
There’s a blush for want, and a blush for shan’t,
And a blush for having done it;
There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.
O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve’s sweet pippin;
By these loosen’d lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.
Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.
There’s a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for “I can’t bear it!”
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!
2006-08-12 05:54:37 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 1⤋
Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!
2006-08-12 06:00:09 · answer #4 · answered by amymame 3 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Mortal? Nay, Angel!
Nay, proclaim'th he, for sweet charity
hath placed me within whisper of an angel,
low that I doth jest at her mortality.
For jest I may as jest I might
But thee wouldst find mine lust
Little jests at night!
Nay, the jest mightst be in nibbles,
A little per-loin for pleasure of groin
And ravishment upon chest and nipples!
But sup on sweet soul may have to suffice,
Gravy of laughter and merry fun after,
To dine on friendship and sage advice.
Seems tis the province of the chaste
To not take pleasure in ample measure,
Tho tis much a shame and such a waste!
2006-08-12 05:59:13 · answer #5 · answered by BookLovr5 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Read some Pablo Nerudo.
2006-08-12 06:14:52 · answer #6 · answered by sunshine 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋
send him a text or voice message everyday telling him how much you miss him.
2006-08-12 08:51:02 · answer #7 · answered by Princess 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
look up
Jeremy Alderson
at poetry.com
i have some good ones there
2006-08-12 05:56:58 · answer #8 · answered by mc_1_2000 3 · 2⤊ 0⤋
She whispered "will it hurt me?" "Of course not" answered he "It's a very simple process, You can rely on me."
2006-08-12 05:57:12 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 2⤋