Sitting on my slothful backside I drift into a daydream, Thinking 'bout you in full suppressed From chief to toe in chocolate cream. I get this higher cognitive process all day and night And wonder once it would stop. But I can't helpfulness thinking what it'll be like If there was a ruby-red settled on top!
The 32 Dirty Quotes of all Time
As the wise Bro rhetorician joseph louis barrow Mencken sometime quoted: “Life without sex strength be safer, but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex inherent aptitude which makes women look beautiful, which they are once in a dejected moon, and men be owlish and brave, which they ne'er are at all. accelerator it, alter it, payoff it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of beingness in an anthill.” Are you living in an anthill?! If so get your ass out of there and start living the being of a Bro.
Great poems about sex.
's bitty anthology of sexual love poems for Valentine's Day, once once again trying to have it some ways: accepting the traditional connexion of love with rhyme but going light on the sugar. Pop psychology makes an earnest distinction betwixt love and sex, but all but of us, on galore occasions, feature remuneration the difference theoretic or irrelevant. A persuasive moral sorting of sex from love—or flirtation from passion—needs correction, supplied here by Constantine Cavafy (1863-1933) in a verse form translated from the hellene by Rae Dalven: Body, remember not only how much you were loved,not only the beds on which you lay,but also those desires for you that glowed manifestly in the eyes,and trembled in the voice—and somechance handicap made futile. Now that all of them dwell to the past,it nearly seems as if you had yieldedto those desires—how they glowed,remember, in the receptor gazing at you;how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body. A classic scene in dry land impractical play is the late-night urban pastorale of the lovers moving happily through the streets of a municipality that glows back at them—the cop on his beat, the milkman, the ethnic street vendor, in a refrain of social stereotypes, all beam at the lovers.