A Turn-On Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A Turn-On
I know about perception, yours.
you always seem to know
when impulses descend
down from my brain right to the end
where eager nerves feed aging loins.
And, oh so unbeknownst to you
this little secret shall be always mine
it is the sight of naked cheeks
as they emerge from vinyl drapes;
two firm and luscious bosco pears
flushed pink and just a touch of damp.
This is very, very good, IMO, Haines, Jr. Fresh (of course) , inventive language, lovely rhythm which is one of your natural abilities as a poet. Thanks for sharing.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 5:29:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sensual and comedic. A fun read.