From: jontom@HQ.Ileaf.COM (J.T. Kittredge)
Subject: Re: Butter
In-reply-to: adolphso@mizar.usc.edu's message of 29 Sep 1992 19:02:48 -0700
Reply-To: jontom@ileaf.com
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Date: Sun, 4 Oct 92 21:57:31 GMT

In article <1ab1s8INNav9@mizar.usc.edu> adolphso@mizar.usc.edu (adolphson)
quotes Paul Verlaine's poem "monte moi comme une femme:"
>Monte sur moi comme une femme        Mount me like a woman
>Que je baiserais en gamin.           That on my back I can fuck.
>La.  C'est cela.  T'es a ta main?    There. That's it. It's in your hand?
>Tandis que mon vit t'entre, lame     While my cock enters you, blade

>Dans du beurre, du moins ainsi       In butter, at any rate thus
>Je puis te baiser sur la bouche,     I can kiss you on the mouth,
>Te faire une langue farouche         to tongue you wildly
>Et cochonne, et si douce, aussi!     and piggishly, and so sweet, also!

This irresistably called to my mind the following poem by Allen
Ginsberg, which I found in the anthology of queer writing "Calamus"
(Galloway & Sabisch, eds. 1982). I think it should be subtitled "Ode
of a Pushy Bottom"

	WARNING: HIGH CARNALITY RATING FOR FOLLOWING MATERIAL


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	PLEASE MASTER
		by Allen Ginsberg
 
Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can I gently take down your shorts
Please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off my clothes below your chair
please master can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your hard muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap your my arms around your white ass
please master can I lick your groin curled with blond soft fur
please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may I pass my face to your balls,
please master, please look into my eyes,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong
    thumbed
till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base
till I swallow & taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined
    Please
Master push my shoulders away and stare in my eye, & make me bend over
    the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist 
please master your hand's rough stroke on my neck your palm down my
    backside
please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the
    breath of your spit and your thumb stroke
please master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please
Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled selfhole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped round
    my breast
your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/your
    fingers
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little, 
please master sink your droor thing down my behind
& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk
till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over,
till I'm alone sticking out, your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom
please master lunge it again, and withdraw to the tip
please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me
    Please
Master drive down till it hurts me the softness the
Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center, &
    fuck me for good like a girl,
tendrly clasp me please master I take me to thee,
& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood
you fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in
    Paris carlots
please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat fuck
body of tenderness, Give me your dog fuck faster
please master make me go moan on the table
Go moan O please master do me fuck me like that
in your rhythm thrill-plunge & pull-back-boune & push down
till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror
    delight to be loved
Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole,
& fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-flesh
& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat
over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you
please Master.

May 1968

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Yours, JonTom	(jontom@ilearf.com)

"What I am saying is that gay is good because it is, not because we
 can't help it. Love is good because it's love, not because we can't
 choose to love in any other fashion." -- Cory Kerens (in soc.motss)
-- 
"'Life is distracting and uncertain'
  she said, and went to draw the curtain" - The Eleventh Episode, Edward Gorey