Don't just read it, whisper it, mean it, breathe it against my skin

Okay enough of that nonsense, some erotic poetry

Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast

(well of course it got my attention)

Have you beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam,
A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.

I prefer this one, it's by EE Cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows.
i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzzof your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh. . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new


I want to write some really erotic poetry. I just watched the trailer for Bright Star and the poster itself makes me want to write real bad (not something real bad but in my case it always goes in that direction..do you know what I mean?) but it's late, 3 minutes past midnight, and I want to take my time.