I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. I like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you quite so new
- E E Cummings.
This has got to be one of my favourite poeeeeeeeeeems! definitely very risqué, but what is a painting without colours?
Have I mentioned recently how I am one of those people that love/wholly understand the power of imagery in literature?
Well. Yeah. Just wanted to let you all in on a bit of my Literary obsessions. Enough about the fashion for now lol.