Paul Curtis Another Portion Of Gentleman's Relish Erotic Poetry Fot The Discerning Palate 
 
 
   
 
SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT 
It was in the early spring 
When nature causes sap to rise 
Before the dawn in the early hours 
When from the shadows she emerged 
With an ethereal quality  
She moved slowly in the half light  
Of the flickering candlelight 
Revealing her form in snapshots 
Naked but for the flimsiest garb 
Something filmy, delicate and sheer, 
Which hung from her sylphish form 
Like a fine cloak of gossamer   
A delicate silken web covered with dew 
As she came closer her scent assailed my senses 
Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet 
Then intoxicated me like strong wine 
Then she stood before me  
Wearing the light gauzy fabric 
Diaphanous and insubstantial 
Which rendered her naked to my eyes 
And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers 
The spell was broken by her sweet breath 
Which plumed between us in the cold air 
In rhythm to the heaving of her chest 
Her breasts crowned by her arousal 
My eyes moved from the erect sentinels 
To the sable triangle below her soft belly  
Then returned to be once again entranced 
By the sultry green eyes of the seductress  
In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment 
And moved closer, only millimeters away 
So close I could feel the beating of her heart  
And with every breath she took 
Her nipples gently brushed against my skin 
Then I felt her hands on my skin 
And electricity seemed to move between us 
Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin 
And as they moved across my body 
It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk 
Her lips pressed gently against my skin 
As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat 
Then up to my cheek and finally my lips 
Where she moistly kissed my mouth  
Then without warning she became animal and urgent 
As she pushed me onto the bed 
Her nails dug deep into my flesh 
And her mouth pressed hard against mine 
Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston 
Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing 
She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me 
Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey 
Her muscles were tight about me 
As all at once she was rising and falling on me 
Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear 
And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe 
Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans 
As her exertions became more urgent 
Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew  
And when the first orgasm rippled through her 
Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip 
Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm 
I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat 
Her moans had turned to wails 
And she whipped me with her hair 
As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke 
Then that moment arrived 
When we both stood upon the edge, 
Of that most delicious precipice 
Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base 
And that joyful release of climax 
I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt 
And she let out a banshee wail 
All of a sudden I was wide awake 
Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat 
The bed in total disarray 
I was breathing hard and 
I imagined I could still smell her scent 
And as I moistened my lips 
I detected something odd 
The metallic taste of blood on my tongue 
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 1 
My thoughts are sinful 
As when I look at your perfection 
Your body a temple of purity 
 I think only of its desecration 
CONCUPISCENCE # 1 
I have a bar maid fantasy 
I would like to serve her 
Instead of her serving me 
But the service I would perform 
If I get my wish 
Is to kiss her clitoris 
Then with eager tongue 
Bring her to climax 
And taste the nectar 
That sour musk 
Of lusts honey 
And drink of her 
Like a fresh pulled pint 
WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF ME? # 1 
What would you think of me? 
If you knew my fantasy 
Of you down on your knees 
Attending to me orally 
What would you think of me? 
If you knew my fantasy 
Was you wearing silk and lace 
As you sit writhing on my face 
What would you think of me? 
If you knew my fantasy 
Was to undress you in the office 
And penetrate each orifice 
What would you think of me? 
If you knew my fantasies 
About sex with you all the while 
Would you look at me and smile? 
YOUNG LOVERS # 1 
Your breasts small and pert, 
Nipples deep pink and alert 
Loins young and tender 
Supple flesh in youthful splendour 
My athletic muscular form 
And endless stamina to perform 
My jack in the box like phallus 
What has now become of us? 
SHARING 
We shared an umbrella when we first met  
When caught in an April shower 
We shared our first kiss 
One night in the wee small hours 
We shared a passionate embrace 
And made love in culmination 
Then we shared a secret 
After we caught an unpleasant infection 
DECEMBER RESPITE 
It was a cold and gray December day 
With a biting wind that took your breath away 
My errands run I headed towards the pub 
Where I took refuge in the saloon bar 
I made myself comfortable beside the fire 
And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy 
My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room 
Where sat a striking strawberry blonde 
She was sitting with her legs crossed 
A pen in one hand a drink in the other 
She was concentrating on something 
A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku 
And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward  
Almost like a wilting pink rose petal 
Then her eye kind of crinkled up 
That combined with a slight inclination of her head 
Gave me the impression she was confused 
I assumed over what she was studying 
Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair 
As if her strawberry curls had ignited 
But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies 
And I realised the sun had made her squint 
This in turn screwed up her nose 
Then caused her to sneeze 
And she sneezed quite indelicately 
Then again and again 
This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me 
As apart from the obvious effects 
The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent  
And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves 
Within her non existent blouse 
And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality 
But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped 
But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not 
And I watched with fascination 
As with each subsequent breath she took   
Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra 
She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent 
And that each adjustment she made to her straps 
Served only to more sharply define her assets 
But all good things must come to an end 
And thanks to a thoughtless cloud 
The sunlight was snuffed out 
It had been a most pleasant respite 
Studying her most wondrous topography 
It’s amazing how the little things in life 
Can brighten up the dullest of winter days 
It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do 
Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze 
But she only had herself to blame 
On a cold and gray December day 
She should have been wearing a vest 
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 2 
My thoughts are sinful 
The sordid and lustful kind 
I what to rip your clothes off 
And roger you from behind  
ANYTHING GOES 
The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes” 
Is a song everyone knows 
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking 
Was looked on as something shocking 
Now heaven knows 
Anything goes” 
Which attempted to define 
The moral decline 
Well little did he know 
How low morals would go 
Now little is left to the imagination 
When it come to female emancipation 
Woman display themselves to readily 
Or dress inappropriately 
Their varying degrees of undress 
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh 
In thongs with exposed arses 
Or skirts as short as west end farces 
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes 
Leaving no room for surprises 
Flesh erupts like a muffin 
Over waist bands unable to keep it in 
And no one should ever wear Lycra 
Unless their figure is micra 
There are things that should remain hidden 
And only revealed when bidden 
Equally there are also things about a woman  
That does not need to be revealed to a man 
For example a cause of great consternation 
Is that we get to here about their constipation 
Loss of bladder control issues  
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues 
Then there is the shaving and waxing 
And treatments men would find quite taxing 
There are things we don’t need to see or hear 
I just want to make that clear 
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing 
Is a mother in public breast feeding 
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see 
No matter how nice her nurses maybe 
But the very worst thing to see 
Is when they are out socially 
Woman kind when emancipated 
Failed to do what was anticipated 
In taming the animal in men 
And preventing his wildness emerging again 
Instead women have fallen into the pit 
And show know intention of leaving it 
Laddettes and matrons who should know better 
End up drunk laying in the gutter 
Even at a holiday resort 
Men look on as they disport 
Cavorting bare chest-ed  
Free of the clothes they have divested 
As they display manicured muffs 
And unmatched collar and cuffs 
The tattooes, piercings and body art 
Are the only way to tell them apart 
Full of cocktails and beer 
And the odd infection I fear  
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst 
When the idea struck her first 
Envisaged that this would be the way of it 
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it 
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking 
Was looked on as something shocking 
Now heaven knows 
Anything goes” 
A TASTE OF HONEY 
Drawn by scent 
Like a bee 
To a flower  
Probing, amidst 
Pink open petals 
I sip the nectar  
SUBLIME MOMENT 
Living sculpture 
Entwined in embrace 
Sublime ecstasy 
Etched within each face 
INSIDE THE SILK 
Cool silk against my hand 
Soft skin beneath my palm 
Fingers searching, exploring 
Seeking out the source  
Of sensual oils  
She had secretly secreted 
Finger tips touch waiting lips 
Then enter to sweet labial bliss  
And with deft manipulation 
Of centres of erotic pleasure 
I feel her body tremor 
And but a heartbeat beyond 
That primeval shudder 
In hurried lack of ceremony 
She bid me quickly enter 
YOUNG LOVERS # 2 
Those first encounters 
Clumsily fumbling in the dark 
Those first breathtaking excitements 
Of harmless petting 
Never a risk to ones virginity 
You only ever came in your pants 
And never inside a girl 
THE GAME OF LUST 
Tongue and fingers 
Toy with your treasures 
Erotic play things 
Enhance our pleasures 
A base carnal urge 
That primitive must 
Satisfies desire 
Of our guiltless lust 
CONCUPISCENCE # 2 
Affected by her Joie de vivre 
In a way I couldn’t believe 
This amazing tour de force 
Set me upon an immoral course  
And in libidinous concupiscence 
I gained valuable sexual experience 
BELLA DONNA 
I met the beautiful Daniela 
When we shared her umbrella 
Then we drank a little Stella 
And I said I thought her bella 
She said I was quite a fella 
So I had my way with Daniela 
If I saw her now I’d tell her 
About the state of my old fella 
That turned a funny shade of yella 
And the STD clinic fella 
Had to employ his own umbrella 
After I had my way with Daniela 
THEIR FIRST TIME 
Safe in the darkness 
Modesty abates, 
Inhibitions melt away, 
Mouths engage 
Tongues employ, 
Eager hands explore 
In clumsy groping 
Of eager young flesh. 
Clinging together,  
Writhing in unison, 
Moaning, panting, gasping 
The language of lust 
Fluently uttered,  
Peaking to imminent crescendo 
With uncontrollable desire, 
The throb and ache of want, 
For final urgent coupling  
In their gluttonous consumption 
To attain satisfaction  
GODDESS SEDUCTION 
The first embrace 
Of my seduction, 
And the gentle passion 
Of her kiss, 
Quickened my pulse, 
Electrified me. 
Her unbuttoning my blouse 
Met with compliance 
And her hands, 
As if gloved in velvet 
Slid across my silken skin 
Mapping my contours 
Every sweep and curve of me 
I felt her velvet touch 
On my breasts 
Teasing me, pleasing me 
Tingling traversed my spine 
Then warm breath, soft lips 
On my proud pink tips  
Before the moist heat 
Of her warm honey mouth  
Enveloped me 
My mind was in a whirl 
As this sensuous girl 
Made love to me 
An unknown sensuality 
I never knew such a feeling 
Erotic, toe curling 
Getting me hot, getting me wet  
I submitted to her 
In guiltless acquiescence 
As she undressed me. 
Her lips began their journey 
Kissing their way, to where? 
Her mouth soft and tender 
Traced in kisses 
Around my ribcage   
Oh my god, to there  
Will she kiss me there? 
My body shivered, quivered. 
My skin tingled 
As I felt her breath 
On the soft down of my belly 
Should I let her? 
Should I let her kiss me there? 
I squirmed beneath her 
My head swimming 
My body burned for her, 
Ached and yearned for her 
I felt her breathe against my fur 
Her cheek lay against my thigh 
I yielded to the goddess 
Opened like a portal 
Delivered myself to her 
In all my vulnerability 
And she delivered ecstasy 
DANCE FOR ME THAT DANCE 
Dance for me that dance 
The one of ancient rhythm 
Dance it to my whim 
Like a primordial organism 
Dance for me that dance 
Laid back like the limbo 
Hips grinding and gyrating  
With your legs akimbo 
Dance for me that dance 
Dance it like a beast  
Feel the animal rhythm 
Feel the sensual beat 
Sing for me that song 
The one of ancient language 
Guttural and savage 
Like a beast in a cage 
Dance for me that dance 
Dance it to my rhythm 
And as the music ends 
Sing to me your orgasm 
IF YOU ONLY KNEW 
Twenty one today, the birthday girl 
Blushing beauty beneath soft curls 
You are the most beautiful creature 
With such a delightful nature 
You smile and it lights up your face 
And I look at your breasts to my disgrace 
You would not smile at me so sweetly 
If you knew I wanted you completely 
Oh beautiful creature demurely dressed 
How I yearn for you to divest 
If you could read my lustful mind 
Such filthy thoughts there you would find 
Is your nature as innocent as it seems 
Or are you as dirty as in my dreams 
If you knew of the one I dreamed last night 
Of how you succumbed without a fight 
I kissed and caressed the breast I cupped 
And of your sweet nectar I greedily supped 
Then like beasts we met in congress 
But it was only a dream I must confess 
Oh pretty thing with sumptuous figure 
Let me consume you in my vigour 
Oh pretty young lady, half my age 
Release my passion from its cage 
BAD RECEPTION 
You sit in reception 
A vacuous bimbo 
Reading your mag 
And thinking of bingo 
You read your magazine 
Quite empty headed 
Smiling at men 
Who’d have you bedded 
If you could read our minds 
What images you’d see 
Vividly depicted scenes 
Of lust and debauchery 
You would be employed 
For a very different job 
With balls on your chin 
And a nob in your gob 
The men in the pinstripe 
Would have you promoted 
If you allowed yourself 
To be spit roasted 
The delivery driver with 
“a package for yer” 
Would like to bend you over 
The photo copier  
Even the women  
Of the other persuasion 
View you in their fantasies 
Being used for perversions 
As for myself you would see 
Your bountiful naked bod 
Breathless and panting 
Riding my rod 
It’s safer if you remain 
A vacuous bimbo 
Reading your mag 
And thinking of bingo 
SILK STOCKINGS 
Silkily sheer 
From dainty ankle 
To lily white thigh 
Silk stockings 
Needing to be touched 
Pleasing to the eye 
Silk stockings 
Cool to the touch 
Hot to the eye 
Silk delicately soft 
Contrasting my ardour 
These legs in silky guise 
Smooth cool silk 
Temptingly tactile 
A feast for hand and eye 
Silken stockings 
Sensual silk road 
That leads to paradise 
AS IF I WASN’T THERE 
A green eyed goddess 
Pretty as a picture 
With ringlets of flaming red  
Cascading on to her ivory skin 
Her peaches and cream complexion 
Fresh as an English rose 
With skin pale as porcelain 
Yet passion blooms upon her cheek 
Aglow with an apples blush 
And as she approaches 
A cloud enveloped me 
Like exotically fragranced orchids 
Leaving me heady and breathless 
Then she just passed me by 
As if I wasn’t there 
Leaving me wretched in her wake 
JOY BRINGER 
Seductively on your knees 
As you tantalise and tease 
Playing rough then tender 
As you expertly render 
On me your divine Fellatio 
Such ecstasy you can bestow 
How expertly you perform 
Bringing me towards the storm 
On the brink you bring me back 
Restoring the control I lack 
Oh how I thought you demure 
Erotic bringer of pleasure 
How many times will it be? 
How many points of ecstasy 
How many times until 
You choose to drink your fill 
TALES OF TOPOGRAPHIC NOTIONS 
Strong hands explore 
The pure silk landscape 
In gentle topography 
Tracing her features 
Beneath his fingers 
Mapping her contours 
Her sensual curvature 
The undulating terrain 
Soft mounds contrasted  
By prominent peaks 
Then across the flatness 
Of the tremulous plain 
Thru sparse coarse undergrowth 
To the hot moist valley beyond 
Strong hands explore 
And as fingers probe 
The pure silk landscape 
Reforms beneath his touch 
LUST CONQUERS ALL 
I love it when mouth meets mouth 
And tongue engages tongue 
Then the moment tender embrace 
Gives way to urgent caress 
When hands fumble their way 
Into uncooperative clothing 
In their wanton eagerness    
To reach the yielding flesh beneath 
Where fingers probe and hands grope  
And passions flame ignites 
I love to hear her rasp and gasp 
And feel her nails dig into my flesh 
To hear that stifled scream  
And watch as she bites her lip 
As climax carries her away  
I love the feeling of closeness 
As she lies in my arms 
Basking in passions afterglow 
Silent in our smug satisfaction 
I feel her tender lips kiss my chest 
And hear her contented sigh  
I would like to know her name 
But she is just another conquest 
SIR LANCELOT A’BOILS 
Sir Lancelot A’Boils 
On the battle field 
Gave great service to his King 
And never thought to yield 
Sir Lancelot A’Boils 
At the court of his King 
Gave great service to his Queen 
And Arthur didn’t do a thing 
Sir Lancelot A’Boils 
At the court unseen 
Gave great service to his King 
As King Arthur was a queen 
Sir Lancelot A’Boils 
Camelot’s love machine 
Gave great service to the court 
To peasant and King and all in between 
Sir Lancelot A’Boils 
Did eventually exceed 
Having given a lifetime of service 
He died when he tried to shag his steed 
SNOW WHITE AND THE EIGHT DWARFS 
Snow Whites wicked step mother 
Was the Queen and a bit of a vamp 
And often known to use her allure 
On the men at the soldiers camp 
She was jealous of Snow White 
With her youth and innocent beauty 
Feeling she might distract 
The soldiers from doing their duty 
So she had the woodsman take her 
To the great forest and with his axe 
The Queen had instructed him 
To give her several whacks 
But he could not kill the beautiful girl 
So he told her to run and hide 
And never return to the castle 
It was in the forest she must abide 
So she ran deep into the woods 
And just as she was feeling tired 
She came upon a little cottage 
Which she very much admired 
So she knocked on the little door 
And a pompous dwarf opened it 
“I’m looking for somewhere to stay 
Could I stay with you for a bit?” 
Prof said, she could stay for one night 
Providing she helped with the chores 
But she could stay for as long as she liked 
In exchange for her sexual favours 
Snow White thought for a moment 
About the Profs indecent proposal 
She decided that it suited her very well 
As she did like a little cock after all 
So they all had a go on Snow White 
Prof was first then Blusher and Misery 
They woke up Narcolepsy for his turn 
Then Allergy, Cheerful and Divvy  
She was a little disappointed with the sex 
Not coming always made her grumpy 
But then the eighth dwarf turned up 
And this ones name was stumpy 
WHY DO THEY CALL YOU PRUDISH JUDITH? 
Hey Jude 
I thought you were a prude 
Hey Judith 
I heard them call you prudish 
Are you shy? 
Is that the real reason why? 
Hey Judith 
Is that why they call you prudish? 
But damn 
When you’ve had a babycham 
Wow Jude 
You are no goody two shoes 
In fact Jude 
You are really rather crude 
No prude 
That I am forced to conclude 
Jude I think 
That is why you have a drink 
As a cure 
From being modest and demure 
And Jude 
When you’re in the mood 
To be lewd 
You are exceptionally rude 
With no prudity 
In the manner of your nudity 
So Jude 
I am forced to conclude 
That Judith 
Your prudishness is a myth 
DOWN BENEATH HER DOWN 
Down beneath her down 
Drawn by passions scent 
Of receptive loins 
I sourced the open petals 
Of her melliferous flower 
And for my oscular stimulation 
Of the moist blossom 
I was rewarded 
With sapourus delights  
Until my esurience was satisfied  
GLORY OF THE DAWN 
Oh to awake at dawn 
Awaking with the horn 
To sport a morning glory 
Was highly satisfactory 
A magnificent early riser  
With which to surprise her 
But alas that was in my youth 
And to tell the honest truth 
Now my poor dormant muscle 
Can barely raise a chuckle 
THE CALL OF THE WILD 
Not pampered or preened 
Nor sculptured or shaped  
Not tidied or groomed 
Nor shaven or scraped 
For neat and manicured  
Well, nothing could be fouler 
For we like it as nature intended 
An untamed hairy growler 
No French landing strips 
Or Brazilian styled 
Just wild and untamed bush 
Because we like our beaver wild 
OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 2 
She was gracefully slender 
He was over weight so not so 
She was something of a wit  
He was not known for his bon mot 
She was an intelligent beauty 
He was not either though 
With absolutely nothing in common 
What attracted them I don’t know 
But caught on the kitchen table 
Going at it with Gusto 
Were the unlikely couple  
Undoubtedly in flagrante delicto 
I SAW YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT TODAY 
I saw you in a different light today 
A dazzling light of femininity 
You were not the normal little tomboy  
In the cargo pants and baggy “T” 
The usual beaten up old trainers 
Had been replaced by four inch heals 
Which shaped your normally hidden legs 
Whose black clad debut certainly appealed 
The sheer black of your stocking-ed legs 
Disappeared beneath the tailored hem 
Of a skirt that fitted hitherto, unknown curves 
Accentuating hips, thighs and of course them 
Tucked into the tiniest of waistbands 
Was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit 
Buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck 
Three undone buttons so that it gaped a bit 
I saw you in a different light today 
Where you emerged from tomboy obscurity 
Causing heads to turn and eyes to stare 
And thoughts were those of impurity 
 
 
 Publication Date: October 15th 2010 https://www.bookrix.com/-biggus