The man loved travel by locomotive.
It was all of the time in the throat of
tunnels, so dark and deep --
one couldn't see a peep.
He had night vision goggles... and motive.
Locomotive [Limerick]
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Category Archives: Sex
Snail [Limerick]
The snail's friends and family were critics,
claiming -- despite being hermaphroditic:
so, with two ways to coit --
neither did it exploit,
but read books in its shell, strange & cryptic.
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BOOK: “Venus in India” by Charles Devereaux
Venus in India or Love Adventures in Hindustan by Charles DevereauxMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Available online – Wikisource
This novel is presented as the erotically-charged memoir of a British military officer stationed in India. While separated from his wife by his assignment, he has a couple major (and many minor) dalliances with other women, one with the loose wife of another officer and the other the daughter of his commanding officer — who he is charged with mentoring.
Compared with other Victorian erotica, this book does have more story and character development than other books with which I’m familiar. In other words, what goes on between the sheets (or in the grass or on a table) is not the sum total of the book. Interesting events happen outside the sex and there is at least the pretense of emotional arcs for important characters. This makes the book feel more like a true memoir rather than a collection of “Dear Penthouse” tales.
If you like stories of the historic ex-pat life and / or Victorian erotica, you’ll likely enjoy this book.
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BOOK: “The Life of an Amorous Man” by Ihara Saikaku [Trans. by Chris Drake]
The Life of an Amorous Man: A Novel of Love and Desire in Old Japan by Ihara SaikakuMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Publisher Site – Tuttle
On sale October 14, 2025
Original Title: 好色一代男
As the title suggests, this novel is presented as the biography of a man who is — shall we say — a horndog. Actually, it would be more correct to say that it is the story of the man’s sex life, as it begins with his sexual awakening as a boy of seven and tells stories of his relationships and dalliances throughout his life until he reaches the age of sixty and is no longer physically capable of the act. Of course, the novel does describe non-amorous life events such as the protagonist’s (i.e. Yonosuke’s) brief time as a monk and as (what in modern terms would be called) a “trust-fund kid.” Yonosuke is from a wealthy merchant family, though his inability to keep his mind on task sees him disowned for many years. So, he leads lives both rich and poor, but never without lust in his heart.
Given that the book focuses on Yonosuke’s interactions with geisha and varied sex workers, one might expect that it is a work of erotica (or even pornography.) It is neither. There is no graphic description of sexual activities and often those events are glossed over altogether. This book will be of much more interest to those interested in what life in Edo Period Japan was like, and particularly how sex work operated as a regulated industry with licit and illicit domains, than to anyone wishing to read erotica for sensual or prurient purposes.
The book has a series of illustrations (one per chapter) that were drawn by the author and appeared in the original (1682) edition. There are also poems (tanka and haiku) sprinkled in here and there, many of which were invocative in their own right.
If you are interested in historical Japan and / or its “floating world,” you’ll find this book to be an interesting read. It’s highly readable and entertaining.
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The Oldest & the Last [Free Verse]
Kipling called prostitution
The world's oldest profession.
Now, I'm pretty sure that it
Will be the last, as well:
The last professional endeavor --
The last profitable activity --
That humans do better than
Machines.
Whores will be the last holdouts
To shift from being workers
To being Artists of Humanity. . .
Or - maybe - they will be
The first in that, as well.
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“I’m Happy to Be a Free Yogi” by Drukpa Kunley [w/ Audio]
I'm happy to be a free Yogi,
growing evermore into inner happiness.
I can have sex with many women
as it helps them find the path of liberation.
Outwardly I'm a fool
and inwardly I live a clear spiritual path.
Outwardly I enjoy wine and women
and inwardly I work for the benefit of all beings.
Outwardly I live for my pleasure
and inwardly I do everything in the right moment.
Outwardly I'm a ragged beggar
and inwardly a blissful Buddha.
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“I Sing the Body Electric” [5 of 9] by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]
This is the female form,
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head
to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no
more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside
but myself and it,
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and
solid earth, and what was expected of
heaven or fear'd of hell, are now
consumed,
Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play
out of it, the response likewise
ungovernable,
Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent
falling hands all diffused, mine too
diffused,
Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the
ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously
aching,
Limitless limpid jets of love hot and
enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-
blow and delirious juice,
Bridegroom night of love working surely
and softly into the prostrate dawn,
Undulating into the willing and yielding
day,
Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-
flesh'd day.
This the nucleus -- after the child is born of
woman, man is born of woman,
This the bath of birth, this the merge of
small and large, and the outlet again.
Be not ashamed women, your privilege
encloses the rest, and is the exit of the
rest,
You are the gates of the body, and you are
the gates of the soul.
The female contains all qualities and
tempers them,
She is in her place and moves with perfect
balance,
She is all things duly veil'd, she is both
passive and active,
She is to conceive daughters as well as sons,
and sons as well as daughters.
As I see my soul reflected in Nature,
As I see through a mist, One with
inexpressible completeness, sanity, beauty,
See the bent head and arms folded over the
breast, the Female I see.
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Lover’s Limerick
There once was a Shakespearean lover,
Who, in darkness, crawled under cover.
Much to his surprise,
Having no use of eyes,
He later learned 'tweren't his lover, but another.
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“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
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Snail Amore: a Kyōka
the curious child
remains unbaffled by the
complexities
of snail amore:
thinking the lead a tow-snail.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 