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Click hereAll the girls want to be sweet like honey,
Worth the bee-dance of harvest,
Tasting of clover, apple blossom or lilac.
Lips pursed in tartness,
Bodies plump, ripe to overflowing, ready
For the feast.
They're hungry for the growl and plunging hand
That will tear them from their home.
Sweet white bodies, sticky tongues...
Put your teeth to her, lover,
And chew.
I think it's just you, Tzara. :) But tenth-grade teachers are more specific in their critiques, so you're safe on that front.
but this seems, somehow, incomplete. I'm not sure, after reading the poem, what complete thought you're trying to make.<p>
And I know that makes me sound like 10th grade teacher. Sorry.
the others were a little rough.
I love this, Corinna. One can almost taste the fecundity of young women near to bursting with their desires. The specification of apple and clover honey is vivid, sweet, and quite arousing in its suggestions.