"That doesn't make you nasty, baby! That makes me nasty baby! And clearly, I'm okay with that, and so are most poets which is the point. Know thyself." I love this guy.
@hardnphirm87 I LIKE that my words can spike your fever and you're eager to please. I WANT the chance to taunt you slowly then put your body at ease. I NEED to know you can handle being handled. And now, I'm picturing our bodies like words fitting perfectly together to make sentences like: So Good. Don't Stop. Body Rock. All Night. Right There. Great Meditation. More Copulation. Please Stay. We are poetry in motion, devotion pledged to the feeling of being on the edge of of reason
He isn't bragging about being good at sex, rather being good with words. A mime is good at making invisible boxes, dentists are good with teeth, he is good with words. Just listen to the last couple lines about not being able to fathom eons and ions spun into words well enough to moan to the moon, then don't mess with a poet. The person moaning to the moon isn't moaning from sex, she/he is moaning from the spinning of words. But its up for your interpretation, not mine.
type into youtube "Rives: Is 4am the new midnight?" and you'll find it for sure :) i did actually post up a link...but i forgot you cant post links up on here loll happy watching :)
Haha, I've watched this video so many times, I remember seeing you guys the first time this happened, kinda funny to see these comments come back up. Nicely done, fellow poets.
My poet friend wrote "If grapes are your lips, and twine is your hair, then darling bathe me in wine and tie me down." Goddamn, I want to date that kid!!
@pumpkindoddles Depends who you are, because us poets get picky , some like simile's , some like metaphors , and some like personification , and some prefer free verse ;)
@hardnphirm87 Cool me with your kisses/ Love so filling I am full/ Want no carbs just the alcohol/ Want an untainted drunken state on your love like wine/ Sweet like honeysuckle/ My knees buckle/ under the weight of your stare/ Even your glare entices me/ Like spices we/ Mix to make everything taste better.
no he is deaf, he talks about teaching children, but at the end he says "I was born as eaf as a starfish, and if I was born a man I would pray to god at the top of my fucking lungs and thank him for giving me voice." that's the last sentence. watch it all!
Hey, great job this sounds like it’s all based on Celestine Dessike's Words of Desire. And yes, that’s the material you need to have him resonating with erotic electricity at your will. Sounds like too much IK, but just for the basics it's worth go'ogling her ;)
