Wednesday, September 02, 2009

More Quasi Dirty Poetry

I am taking a cue from my blogging friend who can not be named and turning to the power of poetry to fill a post. Not that this is filler fluff or anything. It's not. It's e.e. Cummings and the dude is a total fucking genius. It's just my mental energy is all tapped out and so rather then struggle to write something lame and half-assed, I am relying on the eloquent and entertaining words of Mr. Cummings to keep you engaged today. And yeah, once again, it's quasi dirty. Awesome.

may i feel said he
e.e. Cummings

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

And if that ain't awesome quasi dirty poetry, I'll kiss your...