Hey guys...do you guys know some really really nice love poems when read toa women just melt them....if you know what I mean?
I would really appreciate.
Thanks :)
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Hey guys...do you guys know some really really nice love poems when read toa women just melt them....if you know what I mean?
I would really appreciate.
Thanks :)
There once was a girl from Nantucket...
Oh wait...
The Cat (Baudelaire)
Come, my fine cat, against my loving heart;
Sheathe your sharp claws, and settle.
And let my eyes into your pupils dart
Where agate sparks with metal.
Now while my fingertips caress at leisure
Your head and wiry curves,
And that my hand's elated with the pleasure
Of your electric nerves,
I think about my woman — how her glances
Like yours, dear beast, deep-down
And cold, can cut and wound one as with lances;
Then, too, she has that vagrant
And subtle air of danger that makes fragrant
Her body, lithe and brown.
This thread was the first thing that came to my mind. The passage that the OP in that thread refers to is:
TEll me ye merchants daughters did ye see
So fayre a creature in your towne before,
So sweet, so louely, and so mild as she,
Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store,
Her goodly eyes lyke Saphyres shining bright,
Her forehead yuory white,
Her cheekes lyke apples which the sun hath rudded,
Her lips lyke cherryes charming men to byte,
Her brest like to a bowle of creame vncrudded,
Her paps lyke lyllies budded,
Her snowie necke lyke to a marble towre,
And allher body like a pallace fayre,
Ascending vppe with many a stately stayre,
To honors seat and chastities sweet bowre.
Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze,
Vpon her so to gaze,
Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing,
To which the woods did answer and your eccho ring
from Edmund Spenser's Epithalamion (the passage is "poem 10").
What woman can resist a man who compares her breasts to a bowl of uncrudded cream? :)
Poetry to aid in getting laid? Certainly a worthy area for study. Sign me up.:thumbs_up
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My wife's standing behind me, right?:blush::sick:
I've always been of the opinion that men write love poems not to seduce women. Love poems are written because women seduce men, and men write them. :)
Quick! Tell her her breasts are like a bowl of cream uncrudded!
Hell, I'll give it a shot. I tried that Nantucket poem once but it didn't go over that well for some reason.:confused:
I am a guy btw. don't be misguided by my nickname there. well...first, it's not easy to be shakespeare that any guy could be.
Second, only very few men in the history ever really understood women. And as with anything you need to know HOW to use something. Ofcourse you don't need poetry to seduce women but that HOW is something that only a person at my level of game can understand. It's just the next level for me.
Hey, it would take more than a love poem to get the job done. Contemporary women aren't exactly pushovers, you know what I mean?
Mark Twain: "No girl was ever corrupted by a book."
Well, I can definitely recommend avoiding Shakepeare's Sonnet 129 ("Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame..."); that's pretty much guaranteed to keep heaving bosoms in their corsets.
As a messy person, whose clothes are held together mostly by safety-pins and willpower, I have to say that Delight in Disorder is close to my heart.
Delight in Disorder (Robert Herrick)
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness :
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction :
An erring lace which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher :
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly :
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat :
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility :
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
This brought back memories of unnamable http://www.online-literature.com/for...ad.php?t=16186