(SR) The Scented Sutra I: Coupling
THE SCENTED SUTRA
Time travelling is just too dangerous…
Better that I devote myself to study
The other great mystery of the universe, women!
Doc Brown
PART 1: COUPLING
First let faith enter into your mind:
every one of them can be won:
you’ll win her, if you only set your snares
Ovid
I
TO MY READERS
Forgive, me connoisseurs, if I have err’d,
Relaying in these verses how t’entwine
With certain women, embedded in bliss;
As for the rest, if you’re sensing something,
Some certain knowing sensei in my speech,
Study this little treatise & evolve!
No longer hide your innermost desires,
Wallow not in the grieving of great love,
Nor rest thy laurels if thy love’s superb –
The master lover always woos his wives!
Perhaps you are the sycophantic type
Who never get a likeness from their sons,
Or him, tho’ rich, could not prevent the flight
Of fault-finding cuckoos unsatisfied;
Study these words – in the Swiss salons
I’m preferred to Baudelaire & Shakespeare
Scrutinized by sentiment & meter,
For, when one studies the Scented Sutra
Omnisusceptible moralities,
Once spotless, turn hornily priapic!
II
ON THE CLEANING OF THE MEMBER
My lucky lads, if life is merciful,
You’ll happen on my verses not too late!
Your member grows strong, vigorous & hard
Stood stiff enough to ply her vulvan plane
With prowess, until climax detonates
In trembling emissions of squirting sperm;
But, as women pride take in felatio
Lick-sucking on a lingam lollipop;
First clean thy lovespear, wash it from the base
Along the shaft up to the precious tip,
The part of you that deeply penetrates
The holy, purple wells of womankind;
So, which of them receives your gifts today?
Debutants have looks, ladies have technique,
Some by the country forg’d, some by the town,
Some into riches born, & some renown,
Some muted by their miseries, all these
Identical when naked on their knees!
Take a lover, run a string, take your pick,
The wolf that raids the flock will eat the best!
III
ON THE WONDER OF WOMEN
O bolt of lightning in an angel’s form!
She, the depressive actress-poet;
She, whose perfect breasts banish me from sleep;
Immeasurably my superior
With greater intuition, endurance,
Morality, self-sacrifice, courage;
I love the way she’ll think a hundred things
At once, & contradict’ry ev’ry one!
Bestowing every kind of happiness,
I love her power, grace and perfection,
Her teeth like pomegranate pips, her flesh –
Butter mellow fresh; all her gifts & charms,
Untreacherous, & with no faults to hide,
Playful in love-sports, polish’d in love’s arts,
Laughing off elaborate persuasions
Contented, just, to serve my lust’s desires
& waits, always, with a rich excitement,
The moment I return to her, then smiles,
& makes me feel just wanted, & in love!
Aye, such as she is cherish’d by all men
IV
ON THE LUST OF MEN
O women of the world, this one’s for you!
My lusty boys & I… interested!
To with thee share a moment’s sweet pleasure
We’d trade a handsome thousand-guinea steed,
To scratch illicit itches for affairs
We’d travel many days by caravan,
To unleash hungry foxes from our loins
We’d tribute bring from the Kingdom of Pan!
Imagine us, & our member’s beauty,
Unsupple in the regions ‘tween thy thighs,
Deep-delving with a desperate hunger;
With lustful men one time will not suffice,
Craving thy body ‘til strength satisfied,
If, woman, such a lustful man is yours,
Let, on thy bosom, feast his famish’d eyes,
Thy derriere, neck naked, rockpool eyes –
Do not withhold your joys, nor bashful be,
God’s will it is men should thy passions feel –
For, acting on felicitous consent,
Lovemaking is akin to Paradise!
V
ON A WOMAN’S LOOKS
A woman is the strangest of creatures!
While lambs avoid the drooling jaws of wolves
The human female dresses for hunters
(Clad in robes Parisian, praise Paris;
She’s parted her hair, so praise the parting),
Tho’ none are truly happy with their art,
Finding an imperfection none will see,
From infancy slamm’d in a gilded cage,
Bombarded by billboards, television,
Social media, glossy magazines,
Deluges of beautiful actresses
& models brilliantly manicur’d
Conducting, nay, promoting dress-up wars,
But, when a woman knows she’s looking good,
Her confidence shall shine, aye, well she knows
Her native power is her sexiness,
The way she walks & talks, & most of all
That ‘you-should-be-so-lucky,’ tease-reveal
Of cleavage glimps’d, or little hint of thigh,
Reflected in the maelstrom of his eye!
VI
PRE-SELECTION
As females shy from empty restaurants
Thinking the food must not be very good,
There is a switch in every woman’s mind
That trips when e’er she sees a man engage
In conversation with beautiful rivals
In some spot chosen cleverly by him,
Each woman studies how women respond
To ev’ry man, if attentivity
Is lacing with a fancying feeling,
For if she;s hanging on his ev’ry word
Displaying hints of clearest interest!
This is the evidentiary proof
Of socio-sexual attractiveness;
‘He must be saying something right,’ she thinks,
‘I’ve got to get to meet him!’ follows suit,
Thus, aspiring to join his admirers,
& lowering her guard in acceptance
As others have, this is your time to shine,
Finding a woman warmer to your ways
Without a single prior word exchang’d!
VII
ON WOMAN’S PERCEPTION OF MEN
Lads, to be favour’d in a woman’s eyes
Just be thyself, unless thou art a prick!
If Dionysis, lose thy vanity,
Only a lady should a goddess be,
Toss arrogance & overconfidence
In pits of undesirabilities,
Along with lies, insensitivities,
Broken promises, wayward lustfulness,
Hard-mouth’d bullying, rules heavy-handed,
Rough selfishness, pig-headedness & pride;
Remain alert anxious her whims to please,
Meld generosity, intelligenve,
Sensitivity, to thy promise slave,
Creativity, exclusivity,
Cultivating noble arts & language,
Vanity-lacking, loyal & virile,
But even when all of these traits combine,
If je ne sais quoi, the strange factor X
That passes special between two people
Is present not, then, son, give up the game!
VIII
FIRST CONTACT
Whenever a woman arouses you,
Approach her overconfident & bold,
At first encounter let the hunter feel
Entitlement, this woman should be yours;
Approach her with an intense spear-pierce beam,
Gaze in her eyes and waver not the while
It takes for her to crumble – she will sense
A proper man before her, swept away
By feelings quite surreal; now, introduce
Yourself, then take her hand, & ask her name
(Repeated in your mind several times,
Else lose the game before you have begun),
Then, as you talk with gentle easiness
Forget the face & focus on the orbs,
Send a ray directly thro’ her being
& hold it for as long as it would take
To sense her melt, as now, twyx eyes & lips
Alternating glances, imagine her
Staring at before she start’s coming
Imagine those soft lips about thy shaft!
IX
ON THE CHEMISTRY OF ATTRACTION
Like snowflakes no two couples act the same,
Each set of combinations are unique,
Tho’ patterns run like seams thro’ every one;
Of these, together-chemistry the glue
That binds us to lovers, who, duly, do
Attend to thy nights & the rites of love;
Impetuous desires, adventurous
Voyages of flesh, which underpin
This enigma of Human attraction;
Could it simply be Neanderthal genes?
In our deep, ancestral, dangerous past
Predators & rapists roam’d savannah,
Thus most will prefer a loveable rogue
Before the gentle kindness of nice guys,
A blend of both is best, when men combine
Their primal grind with sensibilities;
Be sensitive & kind in general,
But macho in emergencies, from these
You’ll find a polish’d lover in no time,
& sex, my son, the best you’ve ever had!
X
ON PREPARING THE FIRST DATE
To ask a woman out’s a major deal,
What gossip & excitement pulses hard
From catalytic invites, spending hours
& money on the premise ‘you’re the one!’
There’s nothing like mystery & absence
To whet a woman’s, ‘could you fall in love
With my soul, you-cannot-live-without-me
Kinda love; ridiculous, consuming,
Inconvenient, but marvelous love!
A text or two from you will fuel the rush,
But, where to take her? Never the ghetto,
Avoid, too, places where the old flames burn;
You cannot beat nice walka to restauranta,
Slick disco-dancing replicates good sex,
Theatre’s classy, opera’s better,
But, why not cook a meal at yours or hers,
& fill the wooing room with lights & tunes –
The bedrooms never very far away,
Whate’er transpires, as long as she’s seen thought
Permeating date-planning, she’ll be yours!
XI
FIRST DATE
Quicksilver wit! mercurial minds!
Best you believe all women may be won,
But in the minefield of the dating game
Pits hide sharp stakes where bleed our dreams of love;
& so, my sons, this Scented Sutra heed,
Ev’ry detail of your date together
Awaits a deep dissection with her pals;
So stay alert, as soon as you have met,
Offer honest praise to glaze her outfit,
&, don’t forget that smiling‘s contagious!
From then, tis how she feels that counts the most,
Not what the date has cost, propitious be,
& chivalrous, & courteous, & calm,
A loud-mouth braggart brat‘s a beastly bore,
Say her face is fair, her eyes are like skies,
Family tales – she might join yours one day,
Exotic trips – the next one might be hers,
But never yammer on about yourself,
Nor trash-talk other people, when she speaks
Listen keen, never grunt, nor responses nod,
But don’t agree with everything she says,
No woman wants a boring sycophant!
XII
ON INITIATING TOUCH
The stage is set, the denouement draws near;
Hold fast the stricken fish caught on thy hook!
Now is the time to pounce upon your prey,
Less lunging lynx, more kitten pawing mouse;
Gaze in her eyes, then lips, then back to eyes,
Now to her lips, & think them lock’d with yours,
Words from thy lips act aphrodisiac,
Her G-spot’s in her innuendo ears,
Even the sassiest bitch-shield can crack,
Even the purest creature in the world
Will burst excited at a killer line,
Now bridge the gap of physicality,
Setting the stage for contact more profound!
A gentle, little tap upon her hand,
No longer than two seconds, to ensure
Initiated trust, escalating
Each woman to a primal decision,
When, if she speaks, & leans in with a touch,
Allow yourself to want her, then she’ll feel
Excitement only coitus satisfies
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