Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)


Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

....and when you asked me to lie back
I didn't have a clue, of course...
I thought we'd paused along the track
to rest our bones,
but no remorse and no regret
is where we have arrived at last.
I praise that Sunday when we met.
Been lingering - not moving fast.
I close my eyes to rest and wait
for you to snuggle up,
to have you here it feels so great
you're starting at my top.
You look at me with loving eyes,
I feel you piercing all my bones,
you talk about our own sunrise
in soothing, soft, hypnotic tones.
The button of my upper shirt
you open gently then,
I think 'You lovely little flirt,
I am your helpless man! '
You whisper 'Let my hands caress you,
you darling man', I quickly acquiesce.
And you proceed with loving, urgent fingers
then, and say:
'Lie still, sweet heart,
and just let me undress you.'

And so you did - I thought that I had died,
was resting with an angel on a cloud.
I feel your softness, wetness slowly glide
all over me, it knocks me out.
But rest is for the wicked, so they say.
I stir and touch you,
HAVE to feel your loveliness,
and PLEASE don't go away:
I do need all of you to heal.
I reach for you,
no force could now prevent it,
my firm and tender grip
now stroking satin cheeks,
descending from familiar hips
and raising, playfully, pink lace,
the touch of which time cannot erase.
You smile, then hesitate,
a second's freeze turns into tease,
the you relent, it is the time
when I massage erotic
regions of your back.
And here it is,
your clothes have been discarded,
I kiss your throat,
the softness of your nose.
Convenient twilight sees me,
rich rewarded:
Your naked body,
now aquiver without lace
presents exquisite beauty
of your little rose.
My lips now brush across you
with much greed,
I stop and stay awhile
just so to get acquainted
with both your lovely
smiling breasts indeed.
Awake I am now,
glad I hadn't fainted.

My mouth cannot be stopped by reason,
forgotten are all good intentions.
A fleeting thought asks 'Is this treason? ',
IT could not now get my attention.
I rub my face into your breasts,
they're soaked with drool and sweat,
I hear you pleading new requests,
you're saying 'Please don't get...'
and yet...
we tangle, we crush, we moan
and feel that we are being swept
away on cushions of soft foam.
And at that point you softly wept.
I hesitate for just a tic,
you pull me closer, lovely heart.
We give the universe the flick
and think no more-
it's WAY too hard.
My hands now roam
two lovely legs,
your inner thighs,
how sweet they are.
Your softness asks,
your softness begs,
your lovely lips
a bit ajar.
Oh, no I cannot die not knowing!
My tongue explores
your sweetness - YES!
Your pelvis arches
you are showing
me all of you,
your loveliness.

I taste your nectar,
Manukahoney -
or should I say
as it should be?
I cannot stop,
my precious bunny,
oh YES, come closer,
come to me!
I want it all now, never mind me,
we're holding tight now,
movement lingers.
Deliciously and slowly, kindly
I also feel your probing fingers.
'please come to me', I hear me thinking,
I'll gladly die for this last sin.
And while I'm breathing you and drinking,
you open,
let me further in.
And then your body stiffens quickly,
we're flooding, both,
it's more than bliss,
one feels just momentar'ly prickly.
I stay right here,
this is OUR kiss.

You HOLD me, I hold YOU forever,
and could not fathom what should be
of more importance, I could never
let you go away from me.
I kiss you now,
your lips do taste
like you and me,
we've shared ourselves
and gave our all.
Right now I wish
to cut and paste you,
to me.
For good.
We'd have a ball.
Our breathing now
is quite sedated,
our hearts are beating
now as one.
Two souls eternally have mated.
we know what we have done.
As I brush my lips
across you, starting
at your lovely breasts,
and I know how much I need you.
How I COULD have, WOULD have
never guessed.
And you point
your scrumptious nipples
proudly at my chest,
at mine.
I can sense delicious ripples
come again -
like summerwine.

Again I kiss you, and you hold me.
I like the salty sweetness of your skin.
I now remember
what you have not told me:
Just where on earth, in all my years
you've been?

I ask you, do you think that Eros is our God?
That we attracted his benevolent derision?
Or do you find our bonding rather odd,
against all reason, the Gods gave their permission?
There are no answers in advance
and no denial of today.
This life leaves precious things to chance
yet do we really have a say?

As tingling starts and we're about to
embark on euphemistic deeds,
I know that I can't live without you,
now we have shared ourselves, our seeds.

So, here I stand, here I remain.
And all of me is just for you.
We may not be completely sane,
please take my word: I do, I do!

Would we defy the universe
with all its rules and covenants?
Risk its insufferable curse
and walk away from its demands?

Oh, yes, we would,
the two of us.

Comments about She by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Fay SlimmFay Slimm (1/11/2009 4:33:00 PM)

    A precise and yet divine narrative of such intimacy that it takes the reader into the event and all through the procedings - - and out at the far end of the scene we are as sated as the writer is......... that is the effect of any good poetry - - so top marks for this walk into a very private paradise........... from Fay.(Report)Reply

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  • Emancipation Planz (7/11/2008 4:22:00 AM)

    so long... interlude and intercourse... euphemisms.. you in femisms...
    sheer silk fantarsy...
    PS.. no moss in sight?
    alas tis sad.. no foreign delight(Report)Reply

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  • Gina Onyemaechi (8/10/2006 10:44:00 AM)

    Just what I needed today (and all week, come to think of it) : an emotional lift. To you, Herbert.(Report)Reply

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  • Gina Onyemaechi (3/13/2006 2:59:00 AM)

    And after all that heavy petting, what did you do, H? : -) Sensual and romantic writing. I like this side of you. Warm regards, Gina.(Report)Reply

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  • Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari (8/25/2005 9:35:00 AM)

    mmmm......I don't think I can say more.(Report)Reply

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  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (11/22/2004 3:24:00 PM)

    Riddles you give me, must look up Johann's original. Tea won't do it for me, coffee, due to its heavy content of methyl xanthines (remember methyl donors) is the ideal lytic agent to re-establish balance of homeostasis.(Report)Reply

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  • Lenchen Elf (11/22/2004 9:04:00 AM)

    A Plan the Muses entertain'd
    Methodically to impart
    To Psyche the poetic art;
    Prosaic-pure her soul remain'd.
    No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre
    E'en in the fairest Summer night;
    But Amor came with glance of fire, -
    The lesson soon was learn'd aright.

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

    Phew, I need a strong cup of tea after reading that H, goodness gracious! !(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2004

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 13, 2007