College Girl Nympho

Oh the virgins ravenous vault
college girl nympho
a seething abashment
with mixed loyalties
who belongs to no one
ferocious for annihilation
cum blast
poured out from essence
spread shanks
wet spot
hot shots
meditative and gleaming

huge hearted
she is one and many
choking on desire
far flung in Turkish bath fantasies
a singing cunt tearing heaps of suns
like burns and spatters
her ass, a high pitched note
his cock, rage at bay
poised hot scum fuck
gasping fire

sex criminal's

foot kissing
rectum biters.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Sylvia Plath was referred to as "The Smith College Nympho" in some biographical material. I love her poetry, like incredibly, and so by the proxy of her literature I remain very much in love with her both as a writer and as a woman, albeit a vivid fantasy. That love remains amplified by her suicide as I find myself still aching about her now, 50 years after her death. I remain continually mesmerized by the appalling dread, yet sensuality of her draped corpse hanging out of the oven. Her dead body is an ineffable poem of grace in form and shuddering despair. I always want to rescue her.... It gnaws! This poem is prompted by Sylvia Plath, a Goddess of modern language, her youthful passions, and inconsolable despair. Pink light out :(

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Florance MA USA

Favorite Poets: Plath

Comments

your final notes

charge me much more o what a NYMPHO you recall half a century later a fantasy as you say but being a nymph hope she had enjoyed her orgasms could you enlighten erotica is not only orgasm it must have a charm and chasm of both which you seem to be in excess as in passion
erotica of a dead corpse guess what more

couldn't follow about PINKS

HI Lovedly

Pink Light was a line in one of Plath's poems. Without rereading all of Ariel, if I remember it seemed to indicate as metaphor emotionality or heat, pink is associated with Venus and love i.e. {Pink Light Out} signifying not just physical death but the unfortunate preemptive demise of her love life and well being brought about by betrayal and mental disease

If I get your drift about orgasm I agree with you. There is a big difference between sex and the erotic as I view it The erotic is deeply sensual, mentally heightened, with a great awareness of the deepest needs of the partner, perhaps even ritualistic, fetishy, unbound by convention , high trust and ultimately over come by a feral lucidity beyond the limits of the programed ego. A lot more giving and taking as in mutual adoration

Well said sir...

I agree. There is no more or better feeling than realizing that your partner is satisfied with the whole of the relationship, rather than just the sex. Your insight and comment to that effect, makes your work that much more exciting. ~ Geezer.
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Encouraged

Thank you Geezer.... I am thinking more about providing context for my poems with written explanations, the undergirding if you will.
Thank you for your encouragement. Very appreciated!