Original Erotic Poetry by DeVo Nelson

Another poem read at the very first Salon in May of 2008.

DeVo Nelson


body language

DeVo Nelson (www.bimbosavant.blogspot.com)


it’s not my fault

it’s genetic

sure, Freud was mad

but is that not what a genius is made of?

when i think of you

when i see you

i see our perfect babies

(not the sexiest thing, i know…)


our DNA compatible

our gonads made for each other

the tug of war of our eyes

i know. i just know.


when i masturbate to you

we are reading


so many books

we’re sitting skyclad

reading. reading. reading.

taking turns

verbal intercourse


so many words

so many books

the inflection of our voices

enhance our affections

with spit-smeared hands

we stroke each other

first you, then me

then our arms cross

and we are tangled in one another

and the scent of stale pages

and worn spines


books. so many books.

so much poetry

swimming through body language

we kiss between stanzas

we’ve lost our page

(but always find our way back)

the way your hand fingers:

the paper, and me

it could surely make me implode


our glasses are foggy

and stained with fingerprints

and eyelashes

but we don’t need to see

the words lead the way

our brows hung low

enveloping ourselves in every sentence

thrilled by alliteration

and analogies and personification

also by snytax errors and typos

books. so many books.

Won’t you read a spell with me?









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