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Epipsyche
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Epipsyche
POEM BY C
DEA N
colin leslie dean Australia’s Leading
erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-
of-FREE-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-
Press Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria
2025 P.1 The Rocket Edward Middleton
Manigault
P.2 A Huguenot, on St. Bartholomew's Day,
Refusing to Shield Himself from Danger by
Wearing the Roman Catholic Badge (1851–
52) Sir John Everett Millais P.3 Elsa and
Lohengrin (1910) by Gaston Bussière P.6
Romantic love scene in the forest Gaston
Bussiere
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Epipsyche
be it a song that few be fit
to conceive of its reasoning
too full of hard matter that it
not entertiane be of say a
Seraph of heaven veiled
‘neath the radiant form of
woman of beauty ast might
be But said inst the
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Phaedrus or of perhaps ast

what Dante didst But of
sing inst his first
2 sonnets of his Vita
Nuova xxv1
or be of some Petrarchan
model or perhaps a votive
tablet for some hearts temple
ast once didst sing of
Horace inst his Odes 1 v 13-
16 be this

Epipsyche
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be some soul that pourest

out such music that might
assuage a captive bird with
sweet melody that the petals
of some pale rose might glow
to what might be the song of
some adored nightingale that
doth take the thorn fromst its
wounded bosom be it of such
beauty about the most perfect
thing inst nature imaged inst
her flesh like of
Beatrice inst canzone 11.
49-50 Vita Nuova x1x
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that beauty that be the

Mirror to reflect all shapes
glorious which all doth But
gaze onst Ahh what be it
thee doth say clearly to thee
to tell well reciter if thee be
dull andst finde no delight
andst hath no idea what this
proem doth contain thenst
doth say I bid thee finde at
least the beauty of the art
andst perhaps divine the meaning
of the nightingale andst the rose that
one doth finde inst the Epipsychidion
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PREFACE Of thee that doth

like to finde deep thoughts inst allegories
metaphors rhetorics fine tropes so let I But
talk of Beauty andst let I hope thy minde doth
be not be dull to fine what my minde doth try
to inst thy skull fromst mine for all Beauty
we all doth to incline But hast thee thought
what Beauty doth to the ladies minde doth to
instil whenst inst thy eyes she her eyes finde
But doth thee know that whenst her lips doth
smile those other lips likewise doth likewise
smile with dew along the lips unfurled tips
heated flames of boiling pool flesh pouting if
thee couldst But see Ahh that panty cloth be
But damp with spot of fluids glow that ast
the eyes doth to look the spot doth grow to
soak the pantys cloth now thee doth know
whenst she doth smile a boiling spring doth
flow wetting the bloom furling perfuming that
panty cloth within that what once wast gloom
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Cum cum Ye all cum let us agree that of

all things Beauty be of all things the best
that all canst to But see Ohh to see to
see Beauty whenst hot with passion to
burn with desire to churn Ohh Ye to
know that that she that that doth desire
thee be with heated flesh within panty
cloth that flesh Ye that flesh doth Ohh
Ye doth fume doth scent perfume the air
the hairs the lips with dew spilt fumes with
juice of hot heated flesh the lips doth to
part the legs to spread the panty the
flesh to clutch to rush to grip thy lips with
that flesh Ahh that be Beauty
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Andst whenst inst to thine eyes

didst I look didst Ohh didst
Aurora rise swift-floating fringed
inst sunrise hues of gold wherefore
the eyes of I lit with flames fires
inter-flecked along mine lips
perfumed mists interweaving
thoughts andst feelings dreams
strange fancies doth fly like steeds
of Apollo that uponst his chariot
doth ride doth fly thru mine minde
whenst didst I uponst thy eyes
azured bright ast the morning sun be
But the stream that doth flow
fromst mine lips scented-clouds
froth gleams along mine lips ast
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wings that doth taketh flight inst thy

sight consumed inst thy eyes thy
eyes twin moons brighter thanst the
glimmerings of Selene that form
along mine lips glistening dew
twinkling stars that light the lips
tips that dance ast moonlight uponst
the flowers blooms that part
whenst thy eyes uponst I didst But
glance bright lamps that doest But
to heat the wings of mine lips But
that moth-like flutter above that
well sealed within that garden
fromst which that spring doth to
bubble fromst that fountain that doth
gleam with sweet waters blithe like
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a Shell leakage the lips vanquishing

the gloom with light andst music
those eyes like a star not moving
those eyes that doth guide I Oh
those eyes to heaven light the lips of
I like a lamplight universe lit with
the veiled glory of mine lips mine
breath mine Houri flesh Ahh those
lips afire that mirror the splendour
of the sun lit alight inst the sight
where uponst it gazeth mine eyes to
run onst thine eyes of those eyes I
gazest on doth gild mine lips like
lightning-like with glow
unaccustomed flash those lips
spirit-winged plumed flesh the fancy
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over-soared the blood doth rush

andst stain the panting flesh the
pounding breast the sighs the pulse
of flesh out pourest music ast a
bird its captive cage doth rush doth
sigh the lips bright rose petals that
doth bloom uponst the songs the
singing of thine that doth flow to
mine minde fromst those adored
nightingale eyes that doth the beat
the beating of mine flesh doth soar
fragrant this blooming bloom of
flesh temple that doth flush with
wreaths of dew that I doth ast
some votive giveth to thee suspended
flesh to blush to heal thy bosom of
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all those thorns that life doth of thee

hath But to tear the tears of joy
midst flesh flow to glow uponst
those lips swelling radiant doest to
beam along those curves that glint
flakes of gold within those lips
crystal bowl where odours doth to
steam with blood to blush to flush
more crimson thanst sunrise glow
that red honey-pot that mouth that
smiles to thy eyes mine eyes doth
skip ast bees those lips bright arcs
of flesh beauty mirrored the unseen
glory beauty more beauty thanst
fromst the minde that be But a dim
beauty of those lips that beauty
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perfect image of all forms of all

ideas be But eternal where all mere
reflections of that beauty of mine lips
swelling to cast uponst all eyes to
dare to look for tongues to tremble
andst silent of poesy be to see that
beauty of mine lips that pout to furl
to curl that those lips doth Ohh
doth its beauty uponst all souls doth
to sigh Ohh to sigh I uponst thy
eyes that wouldst But see with
reverence with awe that flesh with
beauty that wouldst to thee drive
thee to that wantons flesh with
heated breath that thy eyes Ohh thy
eyes doest swell the flesh of I that
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thee wouldst inst that sigh die Oh

to die with such delight that no fear
wouldst of thee to cause thee to die
uponst that sight of those drops clear
ast like sacred dew that light the
dark bright light fromst those twin
lights the one to see the one to drip
inst ecstasy to weep joys tears that
both to life to not die But smile
both where each to each doth see each
to each not thru prisons bars But
to too view reality ast it be that thru
the sight of mine lips to life to be
free ingazed onst mine lips which be
both mine andst part of thee that
nest to rest ast some captive bird
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with those rose-petaled-lips clothed

inst the light of that moon that be
But fromst which no cloud doth
cloud thy sight that be But a star
beyond all delight that beauty cased
inst blood andst flesh Ahh a mortal
thing that But be not be an image
But the eternal beauty that wanton
flesh doth But bring no fictitious
cloud But Juno herself thee hast
found within the lips pleasures
presence lies sweet the little death
violet-wreathed treasure buried deep
onst wings of those lips thy fancies
free seeking I to finde my luring
lips a refuge of delight of crimson
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pulse of the living morn where thy

flesh quivers with prolonged never
ending pulse where uponst thy flesh
the wild odours be But felt where
the breeze of thy sighs unsatiate be
bursting uponst the wind to kiss that
beauty unfurled with such Ohh
such sweetness andst bliss mine
sighs be But that music of the
spheres that burst fromst mine lips
uponst thy eyes full fit to hear inst
mortal ears sent uponst thy flesh to
feel those lips hyacinth full spread
blooms liquid honey-dew drips
passions uponst mine panty cloth to
seep to froth to swell those lips to
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burst with beauty that be But

inextinguishably uponst thy eyes
within mine panty cloth the fruit doth
burst a censer that doth to birth the
fumes that seep thru the cloth
fromst that mound of flesh floral
wreathed large bloom for thy feast
uponst that fruit-ripe flesh that
Leander didst to swim swooning
perusing those lips whilst But
sinking still he didst But dream ast
thee canst now to see those bubbles
that froth inst mine panties cloth
with perfumed breath burning fromst
mine lips swelling Ahhh lift down
thy eyes hear my sighs look looketh
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ast Ahh those lips those lips skip

ast onst those lips those lips the
light skips the scent twirls swirls
Ohh Ohh they dance prance
flickering they pinks rose petals
sparks nymphs to skip to dance to
prance flecked light tints hues pinks
rose petals scent furls the lips curls
the flesh dance the nymphs glance
the eyes sighs the lips part mazy
ruby glinting flesh oozing swelling
bursting lips to skip to furl to curl
round round nymphs prance trace
lace the earth floating wild skipping
yearning flesh kissing eyes the flesh
the breath heated living breath
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burning flesh trace the perfumed lips

golden tips flapping spiralling dew-
light bright to flight to sighs to cries
to Ohh Ohh to flow juice oozy
gooey Ohh Ohh rush the flush the
blush to crush of lips to lips the
hush lily buds to press vermeil lips
daisy tips the eyes in flight the flesh
alight seeps the cloth wet spot to
ast eyes I sigh the cloth panty I
melt I ooze I die Ahh I die to
sigh to cry to fly to fly onst the wind
the wings of flesh furl curl Satyrs
around petaled flower perfumed
showers the cloth panty froth drip
drops Ohh to flow to glow the show
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of cloth lutes harps the lips part pass

Bacchus to skip to to twirl Ahh the
lyres harps the lips onst fire desires
lips eyes tongues intertwined flesh the
breath panty cloth foam dripping froth to
whirl the lips the mist the bliss Ahh
the kiss the lips of flesh the breath
tempest flutes lutes the bow strings the
music budding bursts the flesh amorous
breath the panty seam gleams beams the
eyes my sighs my soul flies the panty
cloth to part the lips to see the flesh to
drip the drops juicy oozy gooey squats
I the mound the mould the flesh the
breath perfumed sighs to fly I squat
thy eyes to see flesh epicycles thee me
be told soul uponst soul
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Orgasme

POEM
BY C
DEAN
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orgasme

POEM
BY C
colin leslie dean Australia’s Leading
erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-of-
FREE-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-
PressGamahucher press west geelong Victoria 2024 P.1
Jupiter et Sémélé GustavMoreau 1894-5 P.2 Observed
in aDream – 1911 Egon Schiele P.3 “Danae”Gustav
Klimt P.4 Seated girl masturbating Gustav Klimt P.6 A
Sultry Dream Nicolas François Octave Tassaert
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

orgasme
thee doth But say idealism
I doth say Ahh fuck
idealism thee doth say well
if thee doth want realism
thenst I say thee canst have
thy way for thee be But
naught a shadow inst thy
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theatre inst thy abyss of

nihility ast didst But say
Philocles inst Barthelemy
v1 397-8 all objects be
illusion be hid by that
painted veil diffused o’er all
objects that But where
appearances be fumes blown
off objects ast thin films ast
didst say Lucretius (De
Re Nat 1v75-83) for
substances be But shadows
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andst thee Dearest reciter this poet

doth But drop thee inst the abyss
that thee if too enfeebled be willst to
But languish But there for this
poet doth taketh thee onst a journey
‘mongst a splendour of shadows to
weave back the unweaved rainbow
shattered by that cold philosophy
of say Apollonius to bringeth back
that Dead Pan fromst whenst he
doth hide for the real be But naught
But the ideal all illusions
bubbling fromst thy minde
all things be thy creation that
be thy realism thee doth want
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to see no thee say science be

But of the real Hhaha I
say quarks be But of
nothing made point objects of
no dimensions the physical
world by naught But
fluctuations of thy
consciousness Dearest
reciter Ahh go mad or fly
andst touch the sky with thy
imaginings inst the bliss of
thy orgasme
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PREFACE Vilia miretur

vulgus; mihi flabus Apollo Pocula
Castalia plena ministret aqua Ahh what
balderdash what trumpery to waste thy inke
to spill thy writers minde with such
rhetoric that doth But stain the page of
vellum not with golden lines or coloured
leaves But all we doest finde be But an
attempt to deceive with wit we doest admit
But thy fame to us thee doth not gain for
humbler wits this shepherds pipe doth sing
inst a simpler vaine andst doth he pour out
his wit uponst his breath that doth breathe
words for common mindes so let the elite
dote onst complex things to wonder andst
not to see But simplicity andst let my
reciters drink my Muses wine fromst my
Apollos cup andst of that other wit to
distaine andst those of vulgus mindes see
what the elite that wonder at lofty things
cant But to gain
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Ahhh Ohhhhhh what be that

orgamse that quake of flesh that
shudder Ohh to clamp thy lips to fold
thy lips Ohh Ahh limbs doth tremble
the breath Ohh doth But catch fire
flames leap fromst thy flesh the eyes
roll the eyes close close to the little
death Yet Ohh quivering flash along
limbs breath heated rush the feeling
sensations burn Ohh turns the eyes
Ohhhh faster faster the rush to flush
the blush Ohh to cum Ohh the hush
Ohh to melt inst the gush Ahhh
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Andst Ahh inst a hush didst But

I to sneak to peek inst the Deans
room with light like flickering fire-
flies that doth seep fromst phials
andst chalices andst lamps that be
each andst each flower-like that seep
liqueurs sweet perfumed like ast of
poppies andst mandragora syrups
that doth But seem to ast inst a
dream the minde of I to float inst a
mist within his chamber painted inst
colours of vibrant hues that doest
But dance uponst strange shapes
strange things dispersed within his
world that no deuized words of wit
couldst uponst some papyri’s to be
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writ inst his Almas room where be

such many tomes andst scrolls andst
his works of Saturnian Archimage
writ with such strange device andst
strange thoughts that cant be told
that weave thru thy minde ast a
spider spreads her webs to spin
those threads so fine those silken
lines of light to catch thee to awake
or to blinde didst I finde inst his
chamber of shadows where bye all
that didst I see be But thin films
thrown off of shadows for he Ohh
he didst lift that painted veil that
hangeths o’er all things ast if But a
dream we see for he Ohh he floats
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within his room a splendour among

shadows for unlike that Preacher he
didst But seem to see beneath the
dream to truth to wisdom andst all
Ye all that all know not what it
mean But didst I see light to
sparkle interspersed uponst the
rooms curved dome that didst to drip
to uponst the floor to foam mist
gleaming light steaming drops of
gold purple rain plumes of fire light
flecked the tomes to azure flowers of
blooms thru the room uponst the
walls the flesh of I to dance Ohh
to dance ast I didst a tome uponst
mine to glance to read to skip to flick
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Ast the shadows intervoled uponst

those volumes ast braided vines or
wove ast Gordian twine I didst
with those tomes Ohh Ohh such
delights to finde writ inst such
charactery Ohh sigh I so Ohh so
I so that sigh I more the more I
sigh the more that read I of Ohhhh
so much amour that blush I so
Ohh so I blush that thee to know
Ohh the thoughts of I the blush of
Ohh to want to want Ohh to know
thy knowing of Ohh my maidenhead
of I to want to be a going Ohh
that flesh of I that flesh Ohh my
flesh doth to But to churn whenst
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onst these words it began to burn “it

is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied,
heavy-petalled four-petalled flower .”

Ahh that flesh ast ripe fig to swell

to burst to Ohh to soak the panty of
I that spot wet juice to spread Ohh
Ohh fromst the shadows doth But
creep doth But seep doth But Ohh
Oh to weave the shadows doth But
flow Oh the "La Jota" de
Santiago de Murcia of 3 baroque
guitarists Harp Psaltery &
percussion doth weave thru shadows
of he that doth roam a splendour
among shadows doth the shadows
o’er the flesh of I doth foam doth
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Ohh doth the flesh of I doth burn

ast doth I read doth I heave
A flower has blossomed the worldhearts core

The petals and the leaves were a moon-white

flame

A-Gathered the flower the colourless lore

The abundant meadow of fate and fame

Many men may gather and few may use

The sacred oil and the sacred cruse

Ahh come Ye come lick to sip inst

mine cruse of flesh ripe fruit-fig –
flesh Come Oh Satyres andst
Fuans andst Silenus scurry round
to lick the wine that spills fromst
that pouting mound to sup to sip to
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dance inst a bacchanal inst bliss

uponst this that fromst these lips
doth bubble andst to hiss ast doth I
read Ohh doth read I
Let none else touch the just
new-budded flower;
If not—may my eyes
close,
Love, on their last
repose!
Ohh Ohh the shadows along the
panty crease doth slip up down round
Ohh my mound doth Ohh seem the
lips to fire to flames spread wide
‘neath cloth Ohh the fruity-flesh –
pulped-bloom doth arc inst curves of
flesh ast the fancies of I
uncircumscribed doth But rainbow
weave to fly Ohh to fly imaginings
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uponst the shadows that dance to

skip to lick Ohhh lick along that
panty seam ast doth read I I read
Ohh Ohh ast that juice doth froth
to foam Ohh to seep inst cloth wet
spot to grow Ohh ast I read I
read I Ohh She …
Then suck’d their fruit globes fair or red:
Sweeter than honey from the rock,
Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,
Clearer than water flow’d that juice;
She never tasted such before,
How should it cloy with length of use

Ohh so Ohh doth billow the flesh

taper-flames that uponst the shadows
doth But within the frame the flesh
to claim dallying the shadows doth
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the hollows of flesh to foam to roam

those shadows ast breath uponst
mine flesh to breathe ast I doth the
hips of I to heave to kiss the breeze
of those shadows that flow to glow
entwining mine lips ‘neath cloth damp
the lips dance fruit pink curves
hang those lips ast ripe fruit-figs-
blooming flesh to melt inst to cloth
juice to ooze gooey juice to seep thru
cloth the flesh of thighs to wet to
gleam to steam ast doth I read read
I She suck’d until her lips were sore Ohh
that flesh crimson-mouthed shells
impearled with dew juice the curls
the furls pearls studded flesh uponst
the shadows ast breath to light the
flesh tips hot glowing globes of fire
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alight Ohh alight my flesh to seep to

melt to ooooze Ohh to ooze thru
cloth deep holes to seep stars that
glint to glow to gleam spangles of
light flesh tipped Ahh stars to read
I I to read Ohh to hope to long to
crave Ohh to Ohh
Having sucked deep
In a sweet peony,
A bee creeps
Out of its hairy recesses.
Those lips slippery wet to ooze
Ohh twinkling blisss the shadows
uponst mine flesh fruit-squishy-pulp-
froth the lips of I kisses the
shadows heavy press Ohh the
bliss pleasure endless kisses
melodies doth the sighs of I to echo
thru this shadow land of he sweet
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music doth fromst those juicy lips

doth go tinting globes of coloured
hues flowers of light rippling onst
my pleasant sighs ast juice fromst
cloth doth splash to burst to myriad
thousands of beads of fiery light
bright along lips thighs Ohh Ohh I
sigh ast I read I read I How my
face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and wide ope I burst to
burst
Ohh to burst forth that froth of
juice Ohh Ohh doest But Come
Come Hamardryades andst Nymphs
Come Ohh Come Naiades to skip
to flick Ohh to lick mine lips flock
Ohh Ye all bold that hole that doth
seep fig-ooze-sweet goo-juice
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Flock Ohh to flock to the lips of I

drink of I that crystalline fluidity
that doth boil fromst that chasm of
so bright like juice furnace tight fires
Ahh recline I Ahh quivering
within shadows that Ohh lick I
mine flesh ast read read I to read
Between thy lips are laid to sleep:
Within thy breath, and on thy hair
Like odour, it is lingering yet
And from thy touch like fire doth leap—
Even while I write, my burning cheeks
are wet— lips betwixt ooze Ohh the
cloth doth of flesh be embossed round
dome of soaked cloth Ohh legs to
spread of I ast limbs to tremble to
quiver ast lips shudder to throb to
thump Ohh the lips furled curl the
thighs to quack the lips folds Flood
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the cloth Ahh doth I to gush the

arse of I to tighten the lips to spurt
Ahh the cloth wet soaked spread
thru the cloth Ohh so hot the flesh
Ahh quakes the limbs sprays the
froth drips drop gush Ahh to melt
into the shadows my sighs rejoice
bliss the substance of I to fade to
shadows inst this Platos cave
kissed by that splendour among
shadows Like an unheaded shadow he did move
Among the careless-crowd that marked him not that

blush I so Ohh so I blush that

thee to know Ohh the thoughts of I
the blush of Ohh to want to want
I gush Ohh to know thy knowing of
Ohh my maidenhead of I to want
Ohh to be a going Ohhhhhh
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Ode to the
North Wind
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Ode to the
North Wind
POEM BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for
download http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-
of-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press
Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria 2024 P.1 image by
Francois Boucher P.2 The Inside of the Lady’s Garden
at Vauxhall 1788. A satirical print by Thomas
Rowlandson, P.3 Boilly, La Toilette Intime ou la Rose
Effeuille
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PUBLISHER
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Ode to the
North Wind
well it may be be many
things say we Ahh be be
ast the ancients didst of
poesy theorize ast Horace
inst his Ars Poetica ( 333-
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4, 343-4) to sing of prodesse

whilst the reader to give
delectare inst the light hid
inst allegory ast didst that
poet sings inst the Faerie
Queen to fashion a man
thru darke conceits a
gentleman or noble born in
virtuous andst gentle
discipline cowardly
enwrapped in Allegoricall
deuises to gainsay poor
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Socrates point of view that

poesy be of no use to ride
horses So be this poesy the
case of Renaissance poets
that didst of Xenophon
‘gainst Plato to prefer who
inst his Republic didst
prefer the percept where for
Sir Philip Sidney virtue be
preferred for poesy according to
he be better thanst philosophy or
history for it combines both
he didst say inst his
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Defence of Poetry so
dearest reciter be this poesy
ast with Spenser inst the
tradition of Homer andst
Tasso to instil priute morall
vertues andst public political
virtues it all depends dearest
reciter howeth thee doth read
the poesy be it allegory to
decipher or the words of
hierophants legislators of the
world or what say thee
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PREFACE Aske thee of me

what be this poesy be be it tame be of it of
some fame canst we claim it be a work of
Dante or Petrarke a Sidney Spenser or
of like the Bard willst some Beatrice or
Laura inst panty luv to seep Nymphs
Sirens their legs spread to keep doth this
poesy out sing Dear Orpheus doth dull
all other poets Muses andst clips all
Shepheards reeds hath all goddesses to
this poet to give to his voice all that doth
surpass all human witt that all laurels
uponst his head be led andst immortal
praise be uponst this work be fed with
flames willst the Bard this poet his crown
to be to pass so to I thee doth But aske
andst doth to this task doth I say this this
poet doth But just blow it out his ass
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Ahh contemplate thee what doth sit uponst

the highest throne inst the world ast thee
doth sit uponst thy porcelain bowl andst thy
wealth to contemplate with which thee canst
buy Ohh roast of pungent sauce herbs inst
pheasants bowels ground spices andst
garlic crushed with pickled eels fish andst
Ox fowls of a la Conde salmon with sauces
of Genevoises with drinks of champagne
foaming ast bubbling pearls take thee note
fromst Agathias inst that suburb of Smyrna
that all this wealth willst pass thru those lips
that kissed those lips of honey sweet all willst
slip fromst thy mouth thru belly out fromst
flesh that to eyes blushed to be flushed to
smelly rush
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Within this temple close walled sit

I the learned shepeheard without no
Clout uponst my porcelain throne
within this Chamber of Maiden-
thought sit I ast Pythia uponst that
chasm bought ast fumes that smell
doth rise ast Maian incense fromst
this urn of fumes that ast globes of
smoke doth waft inst curtains of
fragrant mist that Ahh spread ast
fromst a sacred fire to But to give
to I But bliss ast if uponst a
flowery bed or sandal-wood pyre ast
Archimago doth the words of I to
weave fromst incoherency coalesced
inst to hexameter with fluency to
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But uponst the airs to paint mine

thoughts inst the Nasta'liq style by
Typographus ast paps of nymphs ast
full budded lyllies the eyes to I to
glimpse those thoughts that ebb
fromst mine breast uponst some
theme be it But a dream no less the
fever of mine minde doth with fury to
seem mine minde to break that doth
spill mine minde out words that
sound to scream that doth flow ast
spider webs fromst mine dizzying
minde that doth float thru this
chamber strange visions that doth
drip fromst this crimson mouth
fromst mine lips glittering dew-
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jewels along its tip strange things

strange imaginings that swell to sink
within mine brain that mine minde its
thoughts to tell of that smell that
doth fromst this porcelain bowl
doth upwell ast like thunder fromst
doth a thunder box these little loves
that fly winged cherubs little winged
loves that lie within mine stare
peeping that be to seem so fayre ast
that float thru cracks andst holes
within this fane to creep to sweep
ast uponst the tide of the wind Oh
the wind with hurried speed to blow
these blow-balls o’er each andst all
the meads with heat that doth burn
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with fire this wind Ohh this wind

that to the south doth turn andst of
all vapours that doth But flow
fromst the autumn rain doth dry up
‘neath sunsets violet pinks andst
reddish hues that glow Ohh this
wind doth But drain all say I all
e’en the Cisalpine regions andst
‘neath seas andst rivers andst lakes
their submerged water-flowers doth
e’en doth of this wind doest taste the
heat that showers fromst this wind
Ohh this wind that doth thunder
blown fromst this throne of porcelain
o’er the earth be thrown such heated
breath that doth heat the flesh to
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burn to churn to palpitate to yearn to

swell to ripeness the flesh that doth
burn ast if fromst the kiss of
Psappha along the lips pouting
furled of Syllikhmas the cheeks
blushed of Glottis of the neck of
Kyse of the breasts so smooth so
white inst light of Bilitis the wind
Ohh the wind that doth skip to dance
to swirl with the beats of la Jota
of Santiago de Murcia to whirl the
wind flouting flooding flood of
curtains veils of mist the bliss of the
kiss of lotus-kissess foam-frothed
blooms silver tipped fringed pink
gauze lamps globes Ohh the skip
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furling flesh unfurled lips of

voluptuousness swing to spread
threads webs Ohh the wind Ohhh
the wind effloresce round breasts
mounds ruby paps weaves the wind
along limbs pastilles of myrrh
flames Ahh flames fire light bright
hair alight tipped gold to fire to burn
the wind doth churn to surge radiant
vortexes of light violet passions
flames the flesh the breath the urge
the quake blossoming blooming the
music skips wanton lips kiss to
spread red thrills spills maddening
kissess rapturous bliss quivering
senses onst the wind Ohh the wind
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the wind blows Ohh round round

swirls whirls spins Ohh the wind
the wind quivering Ahh Ohh
pulsing flesh flushing skins all
things the wind Ohh the wind skims
to trembling tingling shudders pools
waves tips reflecting lilies that
sway swim pale blooms below
surfaces rippling flower scents in
flight wind thru the light spins winds
swirling burning thru space
boundless light blues reds pinks
light bright kiss the stars myriad
lights heaven alight with the wind
Ohh the wind spins the moon the
sun circles thru time whirling purple
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shadows fragrant laden swift

splashes yellow stains the earth
gains dyes of crimson fires on the
wind Ohh the wind bursts flashing
tips of leaves the breeze the seas
lakes Ahh all watery things trip dip
skip furling light weave inst out thru
each skip the farandole leaves clouds
the breeze seas foam afire the tips
flowers thru rainbows flow the
farandole colours flash flesh hot
heated glow the moon globes fly
onst mountain tips skips light inst
flight the la Jota beats the rhythms
the jingling the wind the wind inst
out doth go the farandole onst the
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wind the fuzzy furry pappus of

dandelions’ doth spin o’er the earth
they onst the wind Ohh the wind
spin onst Nymphs Sirens Ahh
girlies inst a ring the pappus doth
shower flying onst they lying inst a
ring they sing fingers doth uponst
lips spread red flesh onst breaths
that the airs dyeing inst pinks andst
red lips velvet sheens flowers
bloom twixt thighs hair gleams the
pappus inst hairs their fingers doth
dance doth along lips to prance to the
la Jota those wings ast butterfly
flutter sighs inst choirs doth float
doth fly fromst lips gold gilded flesh
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Ahh they sigh they cry fingers dance

onst the wind Ohh the wind lips
fluttering furling Ahh the beat of
lips the finger doth along flesh
doest skip the lips onst the wind
their sighs inst choirs those lips
Apollos lyre to sing to bring onst
wings of the wind scent perfumes
rush flushed fromst hot-budded
flowers shower the pappus Ahh
throats flutes of flesh onst their
breath the pulse thru limbs gasp
shriek Ahh onst the wind sighs fly
rise onst their breaths pappus hairs
inst silver tipped dyes sway onst the
breath of the wind breathes the wind
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Whirls mist eddying their sighs to

But the sunlight to kiss shafts of
fire gold sparks along lips rush
lushed flesh shadows inst cleft
purple indigo pinks flash striate
gleam beam to fromst the wanton
kiss of the wind scented seep fromst
holes bowls of flesh flood fromst
those abysses that seep fromst
pools to pool scented glistening
bubbling pearls to swirl lilies stream
o’er the earth inst firey flowery
beams those holes gaping moons
Ahh eyes rapt starlit they sigh
float to the sky Ahh they swoon
their dreams perfumed rose scatter
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ast pools pool moons liquidities

boiling burning bubbling foam froth
Ahh they cry Ahh they gush gush
spray squirting they fountains that
spread rainbow hues reds blues
spread inst arcs each to splash inst
pools that run Ohh see see see the
sea of froth legs wide naught to hide
diddling clit fiddling lips they gush to
the la Jota
Swollen flesh coat fruity fruit ripe
bursting gaping wide squashy pulps
ooozzy flesh ripe burst to their sighs
wide legs oozing seep to stream inst
ecstasy inst their dreams inst
swoons inst harmonies shuddering
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limbs Ahh the wind the wind onst

the wings of flesh curtains hung
inst the mist fruit burst blooms
spread open wide naught they hide the
wind whirls feather filaments twirl
onst the wind blent flowery scent
sighs cries twirl whorls of wind
vortexes of sighs andst scent andst
perfumes sent onst the wind to spin
oozy pools gushed flushed flesh all
Ohh onst the wind all rush
swallows wing onst the wind sing
crickets Ahh Kookaburras Galas
Wombats Ahh all all Ohh all doth
dance to sing to wing all onst wing
ast doth thunder the wind Olé!
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aux femelles
POEM

BY C
DEAN
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aux femelles
POEM
BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australias leading erotic poet free for
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London Dancing Nymphs William Edward Frank
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Nymphs Dancing (after) Cipriani, Giovanni Battista
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

aux femelles
well it be about beauty
andst what be beauty well
just a word Yea just a
word andst what doth we
see doth say philosophers
about beauty well they be
dickheads wrapped up inst
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their ego who think they are so bright

to say what beauty be might all they
doth do is talk bullshit out the arses
why for all they say is just logic
choppers juggling words/definitions
my proof it be said that
Baumgarten's inst the fragment
Aesthetica (1750) is occasionally
considered the first definition of
modern aesthetics haha just words
ast if these deadshits think their
cultural dictionaries hook onst to
reality take Aristotle with his fine
discriminations of mimesis
each varying in imitation by medium,
object, and mannerthat that separates
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humans from animals as if the

deadshit had access to animals
“experience” take Kant the wanker
again juggling his cultures words
with this fine distinction of crap The
case of "beauty" is different from
mere "pleasantness" andst his
distinction of taste we couldst the
same for what these deadshit
philosophers call “Art” again just
logic choppers juggling their
dictionaries andst show the same
for all deadshit philosophers caught
inst their prison of their dictionary
believing their words are isomorphic
with “”reality” the dickheads so what
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be beauty who fucking cares

whatever it be it be for those
men that Ohh women they
love to see these women be
an ineffable sublimity that
words cant capture just ast
words cant capture “reality”
e’en if the dickhead
philosophers delude
themselves to say so so
recite to reach the ineffable
thee might
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PREFACE Ahh beauty we

be told by Poets untold endlessly they tell
us the beauty of their she skin alabaster
white bright natures choicest Dames that
we doth name a beauty with porphyry red
lips andst cheek of gold flecked dimples red
andst white andst pink interlaced Ohh that
face we be told be beauty those teeth of
pearls that light the rooms with their grace
that face beauty painters want to draw
with anything to paint that face e’en with
straw Yet Ohh thee say to I like I to
thee where be their beauty for I what see
I be But no lustre or gleam to kiss mine
eye Yet they say my Dame be ugly Yet
say I finde I their Dame fit the same
so please stop this crap andst stop calling
names
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Ahh What be it that doth entice thee

lure thee What be it that doth make thy
blood to surge hot boiling throbbing
flesh What doth it that doth turn thee
inst to an animal whenst thee doth see
Ohh that women that female that she
Ohh that she that doth bewitch thee
Oh mesmerise thee hypnotise thy minde
with those delights of that she Ohh that
she Yea that she that doth o’erpower
thee control thee thee toy thee plaything
inst captivity but why what doth she have
that doth enslave thee nature way one
might say the rest bullshit one might say
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Of all things of beauty to a male all

things fade inst the shade of the glow
compared to a womens sublimity
Auroras lips red of blushed hue
Selenes rounded eye of sparkling
silver beams the Anthousai flowing
hair andst the cheeks of Anemone
all seems to the males eyes away to
fly uponst the rays of a womens
beauty for a joy for ever is a womans
beauty nor willst it never pass that
beauty inst to banality so long ast
man be awake or sleep or dream his
dreams inst whatever be his reality
didst I weave my dream ast
fanatics doth their dreams to have
didst I weave my paradise uponst
the air with crows quill pen writ
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Ast lay here I onst granary floor

with that winnowing wind thru the
hair of I didst to weave wefts andst
woofs with my melodious sighs
uponst the shadows indigo traced ast
uponst Indian leaf my dreams that
fromst the spell of my fancy fly my
dreams of enchantment uponst
womens beauty for no poet I Yet I
doth try ast a Poet to sing my
dreams with my sighs that may But
Ohh just live or die to fade away
to nothingness uponst the wings of
poesy that that Poet doth inspire my
sighs with such fire Ohh Ohh with
such dreams I But near expire
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It seems doth see I it doth seem the

mellowing fruit that doth sing of I
fromst this throat of I that be mine
lyre my sighs doth float within this
space that doth But kiss those
fruits swelling flesh that doth
fromst the vine trees ‘neath emerald
leaves doth Ohh doth entice my fancy
that doth see I that female flesh that
sparkles whenst kissed by sunlit
beams that turns to fire with mine
eyes that see that flesh moistly to
glint with bright tips lanceolate of
gold that round that flesh doth
orpiment yellows halo with chromes
andst orange andst hues of pink
grape crushed ast mingled wine that
flesh lush with bright of amber van
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Gough greens that flash ast bronze

jewels of womens flesh sparks
explode inst arches of powdered gold
beams of that fleshy freshness
sparks of flesh more radiant thants
red rose blooms splashed within the
indigo shadows of mossed apple
trees or lit ‘neath thatched-eved
rooms whilst to mine ear didst I
hear faint tunes singing of songs
that flowed uponst the air of
meadows fromst andst up the hills
sides it came the melodies didst
come fromst within deep buried
valley-glades the chorus didst its
sounds to increase resound the
music Ohh the music of womens
tones blown uponst the breeze that
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didst to mine ears to kiss with

loudness that didst seem to wake I
fromst some sleep these tunes flown
to mine ears where swoons my flesh
inst bliss uponst those females
voice that uponst the airs didst
loudly to uponst mine ears to blare
Ohh that music that didst float
uponst he winnowing wind along
copse-valleys thru the forest brakes
ruffling musk-rose andst daffodils
thenst Ohh thenst see I Ohh those
women that danced along that
skipped andst hopped to the melodies
that where piped andst blent with the
song that flowed fromst lips vermeil-
tinged that to mine ears so fine so
exquisite I finde ast they spring
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andst run thru sun-scented eglantine

those shapes Ohh those shapes of
beauty that makes away the pall of
melancholy I tell Ohh I tell what
my sight of beauty Ohh of such
beauty that uponst mine sight befell
those beauties those Dames of
fleshy gorgeousness those beauties
of Ohh delicious delightful flesh of
ripe fruitfulness that didst Ohh to
swing their arses to tha "La
Jota" de Santiago de Murcia of 3
baroque guitarists Harp Psaltery &
percussion that didst their feet to
dance ast the women Ohh the women
didst prance they all didst lift their
feet to skip to to swing Ahh Ahh
those arses to wobble to jig to sing
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their feet the guitarists to ring to

bring Ahh they sing to their beat
beating feet the birds onst wing the
swallow aloft the bees inst flowery
bloom the gnats all doth weave andst
wing uponst te airs they all doth sing
onst wing inst choir they all the
women life all things onst wing doth
the hilly tops the garden crofts
twitter thru the sky that Lift the
clouds ast they Lift their feet Ahh
Ahh to glimpse to glimpse those
panties white moist budding flesh
the scent onst their breath plumb
flesh bulging hazels shell of oozing
gourds that cloth doth soak o’er-
brimmed the moisty fruitfulness
along seams crease Lift Lift they
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their feet arses wiggle tits Ahh

those tits doth giggle to the
guitarists tempo beats flash panties
tight bright white wet they dance skip
hop along around the guitarists tempo
sound around flesh bulging plumb
fruit Ahh they dance skip prance
those gorged fruitfulness of fruit that
pout inst panties Ohh that show of
calices of strange view where inst
panties ast they their legs lift show
orchids of wet glistening ripe hue
flesh legs lift rhythms vibrate along
panty crease Oh those blooms
huddled inst white cloth those
grottoes of succulent flesh shadows
of pink thighs auroras of blue light
juice that doth seep to wet thighs
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Ohh Ohh mine eyes doth trip to flip

to skip Ahh to hop along those
bushes of hairs black that creep
fromst the panties crease Ast they
doth those arse to wiggle jiggle to the
guitarists tempo sound beat their feet
swirl Ahh swirl they spin onst
toes Ohhh Up Up the skirt Up
Up they flirt bulging mounds of
fruitfulness curl the hairs ast they
swirl curl their hair onst the
winnowing winds that be the breaths
of I ast I sigh my joyousness at
beauty sublime Ohh Ohh they climb
uponst the breeze their perfumed flesh
juicy moisty ripe Ohh bursting
blooming juicy gorged flesh to the
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eyes of I ast they their legs swirl

lift Up Up Ohh the beauteousness
The sight Ohh the sight they onst
toes swirl round skirts furl out ast
riseing clouds of pink Up Up they
fly Ohh the sigh those panties white
black shadows of hair bright juicy
onst toes they swirl arses bubbles of
flesh bounce the peach curved round
flesh clutch inst with cloth that pink
flesh around around they onst toes
swirl arms up lifted up inst the air
hair doth billows around around they
go around Ohh whirl up skirts lifted
around around whirls bubbling arses
jiggle tits wiggling bobbling onst toes
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around they go Ohh I Ohh the

beauteousness Ahh my breath away
takes those wide Ohh those hips that
doth skip andst slide wiggle giggle Ohh
those thighs thick flesh pink revealed
ast their legs doest But lift out doth
flow my breath o’er that flesh that doth
onst toes to twirl Up furls skirt arses
round around they twirl arms inst arm
they circle around along the flowery
bloomed ground perfumed with those
juices that fromst those gorgeous
gorged bulges of flesh that seep to wet
panties tight kept inst cloth white wet
take away my breath ast round they
circle left around arm inst arm
around speed they to skip hop thenst
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spin around left fast fast they my eyes

pass around thenst to the right they circle
around arm inst arm onst toes to leg out
lift Ohh those tight Ohh so tight panties
grip that flesh bludge of hair colour reds
andst black andst gold hair ast garden
blooms that seep scented juices thenst
around to the right to my sight they spin
fast thenst to the left circle thenst right
they turn to spin around round uponst
twined flowers Ohh those panty seep
poppy fumes fromst plump gorged clammy
shells of flesh they spin jump skip twirl to
the musics beat their feet Ohh with one
chorus of Aeyy they up lift thenst bend
arse bare tight gorged bludge see I to my
sight wet soaked cloth those arses

bulbs of peach round flesh olé!