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PARODIES LONG BEFORE DAWN Sweet cunt, if prick were stronger, Arse clear of turds that wrong her, Then two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they. J.T. the root of power, And balls, the bloomless bower. J.T. that stands an hour, And balls that droop a day. From entry to emission When passion melts suspicion, The pot is there to pish on, The paper is there for turds, As fart by fart grows colder, And shit on brows or shoulder Slides sideways now, and smoulder The lusts too sweet for words. This one thing once worth poking God gav…
1904 · PDF PAGE 100
[102] RONDEL Kissing her twat, I sat between her feet, Smelt it, and felt it : sucked and found it sweet : Made fast her legs, drew down her clitoris Long as long pricks, and juicy like a kiss : With her own fingers played upon the spot Kissing her twat. Shit were no sweeter than her spend to me ! Shit of dead lobsters under the cold sea ! What fart could get between my lips and hers ? What new sweet splutter of her hairy arse ? Unless perhaps her spitting piss me shot, Kissing her twat.
1904 · PDF PAGE 32
… hurling them with unerring accuracy at the exposed cab- bage-patches of his numerous lady friends. Come he said, rising, with a sad sweet smile, to our reminiscences ! This is weary work. [30]
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…r than buttered eggs, or ham ; Better than beef, or any meat ! Better than oyster, prawn, or clam ! Spread, spread the feast, disdainful sweet ! Call me to thee by telegram ! Take off thy socks and bid me eat Toe-jam. [126]
1904 · PDF PAGE 81
THE NEEDS OF THE NAVY The air of the room was quite sweet and heavy with the savour of forbidden kisses ; a faint moist sense of sweat steamed up in the twilight, and there was a sound of breath that did not dare to breathe, of sighs choked by fear. The midship- mans head silently turned round and his tongue pushed languidly forward to touch the lips of the lieutenant. A sound in the next room ; both trem- bled violently, sprang from the sofa where they had been lying and hastily arranged the disorder their passion had made necessary. The midd…
1904 · PDF PAGE 46
…py the wise from five oclock to dinner. To me the nameless rap- tures of the evening and the night ! O fuck- ing ! What fun you are ! Sweet, when the morn is grey ; Sweet, when they clear away Lunch, and at close of day Possibly sweetest. But I am forgetting. The passion of the wild Bedawi for his untiring steed is indeed a theme for the noblest of poets. Here he indicated the camel Hassan with an airy wave of the hand, at the same time with incomparable dexterity directing the vast battering-ram into, and engulfing it within, his pile-ri…
1904 · PDF PAGE 59
THE ARCHBISHOPSS SONG I nicked her suck-and-swallow, Her intercrural trench, Her home-sweet-home, her hollow, Her little shop of stench. I knocked her up the mustard-pot ; I swivelled her in the socket ; I stirred her creamy custard-pot With my rampageous rocket. I jumbled up her harbour ; I climbed her Jacobs ladder : I slept inside her arbour ; I stung her with my adder. I larded her factotum : I fucked her breadwinner ; My thrysus and its scrotum Gave her starch pie for dinner. Her Mary-Jane I mashed, Her little sister jiggled ; Her sack o…
1904 · PDF PAGE 98
In such a slimy still ! To frig you till one chilled you ; To damp you till you mildew : To fuck you till one filled you, Sweet cunt, if spunk could fill : To hunt a crab and lose him Between your twat and bosom, Your bubbies coppery blossom, Between your hips and hocks : To say of clap What is it ? To laugh at syphilis, it Is nothing ; we can kiss it And its no longer pox : To feel the buboes thicken By ulcer-blooms that quicken, Red sores that stink and sicken, Lures of a leprous bride : Till, like a luscious Turk, you re- Bound, …
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… a father . . . And that is all my song. There ! Let me alone now, and I will continue the Archbishops recital. How was it that days so sweet must pass ? Oh Jimson ! Oh divine maestro and thy Opera Or- ange Pekoe ! To this hour the lust of thy dear shit-sewer sends the creamy essence of immortal- ity all over my drawers. But it ended, and bit- terly. The careless youth got too near S...y B.....s, and her breath killed him, as it would any creature higher in the scale of creation than a L..s or a H...s. They have the immunities of their cra…
1904 · PDF PAGE 70
… upon my ploughshare as I lay on my back with my legs in the air. My sister squatted astride my head, and her cauliflower discharged its sweet sauce into my mouth. An ingenious arrangement of mirrors allowed us to see all that was going on, and at a sign from my father the head overseer brought forward a fattish young girl with a quite white skin. She yelled aloud for mercy, but it was no good. In a trice she found herself tied up to a triangle, and a lusty black was snipping great lumps out of her back with his whip. We raved in unison to her …
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… long and regular swing the Ship of the Desert continued his fascinating exercise. The Archbishop will go on like this all night, said a sweet voice behind me. I turned, and saw Leila, the black-bumboed blouzabella of his boy- hood. Come with me, she added, I can still beat you at cuddle-my-cuddie. She saw me hesitate, [47]
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…derful man merits a careful description, but I am so tired of dictating this rotten book, so anxious to devote myself as closely to this sweet beast as he is devoted to me, that you will get but a perfunctory one. It had all the qualities of the pseudopodia of the Amoeba. Get out your Marshall and Hurst, and read up Amoeba, and you will know as much as I do. Little by little he advanced this engine into the palpitating cavity of the bona roba both by front and rear. Her uterus soon filled up, but for one and a half hours the giant tentacle of t…
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…enial to his friends ; N . . . , the great painter, whos royal sense of light made his can- vases into a harmonious dream ; he also the sweet friend of Bacchus, who filled him with a glow and melody of colour and thought. There, too, were D . . . and L . . . , the one poet and philosopher, the other painter and I fear pederast. Twins in thought, the two were invincible in argument as they were supreme in their respective arts. Often I have sat, a privileged listener, while D . . . s cold acumen and L . . . s superb indignation, expressed…
1904 · PDF PAGE 73
…ts made an excellent kedgeree : for entrée she did up a lot of balls, in shit sauce : also there was plenty of tripe, and some delicious sweetbread : for vegeta- bles the stomachs of our victims were as good as a Covent Garden, for they lived exclusively upon the produce of the Earth : the releve was a fine haunch. For sweets she passed round her own sweet straw- berry-patch : and the savoury was no less easily procured from her luscious rectum. She pissed white wine, spunked liquor, and gave us a better red than Burgundy : for by the [71]
1904 · PDF PAGE 83
… his exit. Hardly a moment and the boy gives his lover a sig- nal. The latter turns over while Ambrose rises and sits over him while the sweet salt offering, spiced now by the god to whom it is offered, trickles dain- tily into the open mouth of the languorous man. Then the boy slips down into his lovers arms : they share the incense with mingled mouths until the flavour is appeased and they swallow it with the first blush of reawakening desire. Katie ea- gerly reverses his position to prepare for a new embrace ; but Monty whispers to the …
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… all too fast in mutual mas- turbation, in pure buggery, in all the arts of the successful sodomite. I thrill at this very hour with the sweet memory of those happy careless days. My prickle, my jolly little pizzle, my dainty Davy, my vimmy little Ox in [54]
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…ling of the community) in their resolve to stand away, and lets see the Frenchy have his whack out I was now, in the words of the sweet singer of Israel, faint yet pursuing, (I was but a boy !) when a yell of rage, like that of a famished tiger, resounded through the palace. Dashing aside all opposition, passive though it was, for the waiting-women could not get out of the way quickly enough, there rushed into the room a dark and gigantic mass of brawn. I was torn, regardless of the ligature, from my unsavoury perch, flung, in spite of m…