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Monday, August 02, 2010

The moley sonnets, v. VIII, p. 109

How firft mine eyef begin to twitche
When JULIA her fkirt doth hitch
And blazonnes bare
Her SKINNE fo faire
And vigoroufly ftarts to itche.

How fervently my heart doth beate
When then I fee her ankles neate
When from her heels
She NYLON peels
That clafps unto her aunckles fweete.

How I with ftille more raptour gaze
Af JULIA unclafps her ftays
And fcratcheth muche
With lightfome touche
The BOSOME that fhe wide difplays.

But o! How like a newbloomed rofe,
My love for her, it gladfome grows,
When I efpy
With mine own eye
Her FINGER float forth to her nofe...

Another piece from Erick Herrick, estranged cousin of Robert Herrick. Read it and weep, fchmucks!

5 comments:

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Is Julia befet by flea
That caufeth her to fometime scratch?
Or eczema or leprofy?
Doth Julia have what you could catch?

For tho' thy miftrefs eyes might pleafe,
The plague, it be a plaguey thing,
And if thou catcheft fome difeafe,
Thou'll find it doth affect thy zing.

Yea, ftrange indeed would be the chap
Who getteth off his verry rocks
Because his miftrefs hath the clap
Or any other fort of pox.

TimT said...

A good question, and it may just deserve another entry in the Moley Sonnets some time. Perhaps Erick's written about that, too.

Mitzi G Burger said...

The ancient S is so effing consusing.

Blandwagon said...

Thou'll find it doth affect thy zing.

And thy penif. Although that probably goeth without faying.

Anonymous said...

I had to comment that the wv when reading these comments is the extraordinarily apt "reekpol"

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