Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

A Small Mountain

Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It is an organ, albeit small,
protruding, as it does,
a tiny knob.
At home it is on minor lips,
more secrets well concealed
inside a shroud.
Its raison d'être in all mammals
(hyenas are exceptions which is sad)
is the giving of
and simultaneous taking in
of tasted pleasure,
now and then.
This, as a gift to females from biology,
develops from a tubercle
and ends up either way.
It tickles first the mind
but soon it overwhelms,
by power of eightthousand nerves,
all set to tease
and capable to please.
Its head is veiled
by an exotic hood,
it has a shaft
and inner lips
as well as crural legs,
there are some vessels,
muscles, ligaments
and central station
called the commissure
with a fourchette.
I love to spend some time
there, at the shady place,
Mons Pubis it is called.
And yes, it has it all.




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Comments about A Small Mountain by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Emancipation Planz (11/19/2008 4:58:00 PM)

    Yes H.x, your fountain pen is doth well flow descriptions relevant to Mount Pubis eruptions and its landings in Pleasance Cove... aroha xx(Report)Reply

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  • Alison Cassidy (12/2/2007 2:53:00 AM)

    The source of ecstatic pleasure and blissful joy, this small mountain needs to be discovered to be enjoyed. Sadly, I'm sure some of the fair sex never get to savour its delight. Your poem is a tribute to man's knowledge and woman's abandon. I love it. Allie xxxx(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011