From musings,haiku,and rhymes of the perverse nature! Drawn from my life experiences. Irrevocably Irreverent to its core! Titillating and rousing the senses all. My art work was inspired by studying H.R.Giger, Salvador Dalà and Hieronymus Bosch.
From musings,haiku,and rhymes of the perverse nature! Drawn from my life experiences. Irrevocably Irreverent to its core! Titillating and rousing the senses all. My art work was inspired by studying H.R.Giger, Salvador Dalà and Hieronymus Bosch.
The Kiss
Your lips are like the petals of a rose,
So soft and sweet and pure.
I long to kiss them, taste their dew,
And drink their nectar pure.
Your lips are like the wings of a butterfly,
So light and airy fair.
I long to kiss them, feel their touch,
And taste their sweetness there.
Your lips are like the waves of the sea,
So full of passion's tide.
I long to kiss them, drown in them,
And let my soul be satisfied.
Your lips are like the fire of love,
So hot and burning bright.
I long to kiss them, feel their heat,
And let my soul take flight.Â
The Touch
Your touch is like the wind on my skin,
So soft and gentle yet so strong.
I long to feel it all over me,
And let it take me to a new song.
Your touch is like the sun on my face,
So warm and soothing yet so bright.
I long to feel it all over me,
And let it warm me all through the night.
Your touch is like the rain on my soul,
So cleansing and refreshing yet so deep.
I long to feel it all over me,
And let it wash away all my fears and grief.
Your touch is like the fire in my heart,
So passionate and fiery yet so true.
I long to feel it all over me,
And let it set my soul free.
The Touch Haiku
Your hand on my skin,
Smells of sin
It sends shiversÂ
my wet spine.
Desire so bad.
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Uncouth by Kevin B Ploth offered something raw and primal. Reading the blurb insinuated a book of poetic perversions in different formats. The author was economical with the truth.
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The first poem was promising. Depicting cunnilingus, the language was simple and descriptive. The reader's imagination was clearly directed. However, this was the build-up and climax in unison. Keeping with the book's theme, it can be related to losing one’s virginity; innocent, quick, and surprising that the act was performed correctly.
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Progressing through the book, it was clear that the author has a formulaic style - missionary; something is like something, it does this, it does that. Rinse and repeat. Where this technique was not applied (nothing wrong with a bit of experimentation), titles promised haikus, although this wasn't the case. They did not pertain to the correct format in the slightest. That aside, although poetry can be quite personal, I felt it failed to engage me. It was like a one-night stand where only one partner left satisfied, and no chance of a second hook-up. It was a case of (in the words of Ariana Grande), ‘Thank U, Next’. The sudden switch from human intimacy around sex, kissing, and touch, to poems of war and violence, was confusing. As a sexual encounter, it’s the one where you do the deed, party A did not get the chance to finish, whilst party B has rolled over, turned the lights out, and gone to sleep, without even a kiss and cuddle. Brutal!
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The book is a ‘quickie’. It gets the job done, although not necessarily well. It would be a struggle to recommend this bedroom buddy to another. They (the book) were an immature lover professing that they were more experienced than they really were in order to impress the love interest. It would for a hot minute, but it did not take long for the flaws and lack of experience to show. That said, the feelings and emotions being described were believable, but more time to harness the craft of articulating these experiences would have reaped a better reception. Three concepts; sex, war, and a photobook rolled into one made for a poor love triangle where a consensual threesome was sought. Overall, though it is about explicit content, there is less offensive language than expected. It was more that explicit acts were described in a sedate way.