Her white hand in his fair hand,
Well nestling in the warm palm
He caresses the bulging bone,
And tries to roll the scroll button
Where is her touch path?
Her face is a radiant screen.
Her nipples are soft keys…
Oh, yes he loves her so much!
If only he could find her
Shift,
Alt,
Del and
Esc(ape) keys…
hahahah awesome! So creative, I love the use of keys and a female body, never thought of that, but wish I had. Your a great poet, im surprised I just found your stuff. Check out mine if you get a chance
LOL! ! ! this is VERY naughty Onelia! ! ! Laughing at this cheeky post. Well done you: -) xx
I love your ironic take on love, Onelia! I found myself laughing aloud at the last few lines of this poem! After all if the Elizabethans could use the garden as a metaphor for love, why shouldn't the twentieth century poet use the computer keyboard for the same purpose! Men spend more time at computers than in gardens and the mastery of IT is a good parallel for the mastery of the art of making love, for many men! x Jan
An interesting poem with IT image that is contemporary approach.10 for this.
Motherly breast: at the sources of sexuality. Our poet describes very well the starting point and a stretch of our pathway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Online babe! Wonderful CAPS KEY! LoL Rx