Erotic Poetry

BY: PROVOKR Staff

“There is between my legs a crisp city,” wrote ee cummings in his poem “As We Lay Side by Side…” Cummings wrote those words from a woman’s perspective, but given his licentious personal life (he was known to have a weakness for Parisian prostitutes) and his libidinous literary output, clearly the American poet harbored a similar sexual metropolis. He might be best known for snubbing the rules of syntax and punctuation, but Cummings’ most shocking accomplishment was getting away with publishing full-fledged, loin-tingling erotica dating as far back as 1919. Here are 5 of the poet’s most titillating works:

 

I Like My Body… 

 

May I Feel Said He…

 

lady i will touch you

Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
(lady i will
touch you with my mind.) Touch
you, that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which i do not write

 

she being Brand (1926)

she being Brand
-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff I was
careful of her and (having
thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.K.)
i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
up,slipped the
clutch (and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell) next
minute i was back in neutral tried and
again slo-wly; bare,ly nudging (my
lever Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greased lightning) just as we turned the corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
her the juice, good (it
was the first ride and believe I was
happy to see how nice and acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens I slammed on
the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
breaks Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremb
-ling
to a dead.
stand-still)

 

as we lie side by side

as
we lie side by side
my little breasts become two sharp delightful strutting towers and
i shove hotly the lovingness of my belly against you
your arms are
young;
Your arms will convince me,in the complete silence speaking
upon my body
their ultimate slender language.
do not laugh at my thighs.
there is between my big legs a crisp city.
when you touch me
it is Spring in the city;the streets beautifully writhe,
it is for you;do not frighten them,
all the houses terribly tighten
upon your coming;
and they are glad
as you fill the streets of my city with children.
my love you are a bright mountain which feels.
you are a keen mountain and an eager island whose
lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging,which is
under you and around you and forever:i am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
your roots are anchored in my silence;therefore O mountain
skillfully murder my breasts,still and always
i will hug you solemnly into me.