dirty poem!!!!!!!

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

try and make as many inuendos as you can!
now read this review:

it pays out those ls, erotic sounds that suggest lovers' kisses and, some might say lust.

the word low is perhaps a a slight joke on the subject of the poem-sexual desire-and the low people it contains.

the 'pushing prow' is phallic, as the 'slushy sand' is vaginal and the prow moves forward unimpended.

but we also at some level relise that the sae scent is salt- it's as though he can smell his sperm already staining the bedsheet, its fishy salty smell.

this is the fire of passion, the spurt of male orgasm.

this is a review by Tom Paulin he is a profeser at Oxford.


HOW DIRTY IS HIS MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x