"Fuck me now, Charlie. Oh! Oh, I love it! Push it up hard. Fucky, fucky, fucky. I fuck you, you fuck me everywhere! No one can see us under the trees. Now fuck between my _chi-chis._ See, I kneel. Ai chi wow wow! I like your taste. Here now, we lay in the hammock some too... Come in it, juice my split, fuck, Mingus!" -- Charles Mingus, from his book "Beneath the Underdog" (scene with a Mexican girlfriend.)
I'm sorry. That new Mia set has made me exceptionally horny! Ai, I am a hornito. Did i mention that I am horny? It is true, horniness has been achieved. It abounds. Hornosity. Date tomorrow night with the 32 year old artist chick -- taking her to a sneak preview of "A MIGHTY WIND" --- opting for that over grandpa rock blowhard Greil MArcus' mighty windbag speach at the EMP for the stoart of the "pop music studies conference" that a buncha friends are coming into Seattle for this weekend. I think it's a good choice but it was a hard one 'cause it'd prob'ly be better for my "writing career" to go to the EMP.
But back to horny -- I am! Mia makes me want to read the randy ancient Roman porno poetry of Catullus!!! (I got turned on to Catullus by reading Bukowski.)
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How Many Kisses: to Lesbia
Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours
would be enough and more to satisfy me.
As many as the grains of Libyan sand
that lie between hot Jupiters oracle,
at Ammon, in resin-producing Cyrene,
and old Battiades sacred tomb:
or as many as the stars, when night is still,
gazing down on secret human desires:
as many of your kisses kissed
are enough, and more, for mad Catullus,
as cant be counted by spies
nor an evil tongue bewitch us.
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Siesta: to Ipsthilla
Please, my sweet Ipsthilla,
my delight, my charmer:
tell me to come to you at siesta.
And if you tell me, help it along,
let no-one cover the sign at your threshold,
nor you choose to step out of doors,
but stay at home, and get ready
for nine fucks, in succession, with me.
Truly, if you should want it, let me know now:
because lying here, fed, and indolently full,
Im making a hole in my tunic and cloak.
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There's better ones too -- I'd find them but I'm distracted. Okay! Later.
I'm sorry. That new Mia set has made me exceptionally horny! Ai, I am a hornito. Did i mention that I am horny? It is true, horniness has been achieved. It abounds. Hornosity. Date tomorrow night with the 32 year old artist chick -- taking her to a sneak preview of "A MIGHTY WIND" --- opting for that over grandpa rock blowhard Greil MArcus' mighty windbag speach at the EMP for the stoart of the "pop music studies conference" that a buncha friends are coming into Seattle for this weekend. I think it's a good choice but it was a hard one 'cause it'd prob'ly be better for my "writing career" to go to the EMP.
But back to horny -- I am! Mia makes me want to read the randy ancient Roman porno poetry of Catullus!!! (I got turned on to Catullus by reading Bukowski.)
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How Many Kisses: to Lesbia
Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours
would be enough and more to satisfy me.
As many as the grains of Libyan sand
that lie between hot Jupiters oracle,
at Ammon, in resin-producing Cyrene,
and old Battiades sacred tomb:
or as many as the stars, when night is still,
gazing down on secret human desires:
as many of your kisses kissed
are enough, and more, for mad Catullus,
as cant be counted by spies
nor an evil tongue bewitch us.
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Siesta: to Ipsthilla
Please, my sweet Ipsthilla,
my delight, my charmer:
tell me to come to you at siesta.
And if you tell me, help it along,
let no-one cover the sign at your threshold,
nor you choose to step out of doors,
but stay at home, and get ready
for nine fucks, in succession, with me.
Truly, if you should want it, let me know now:
because lying here, fed, and indolently full,
Im making a hole in my tunic and cloak.
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There's better ones too -- I'd find them but I'm distracted. Okay! Later.
earplug6947:
i thought your opening lines were from that naughty edition of Peanuts some guy marked-up. did that make it onto your desk ever? worth a five minute read, for sure. oops, i mean "fer sure".