That was not easy to convince a bashful divorced Hasidic to let his mind relieve.
No more 'baby' after Hasidic, have you noticed it?
For this new secular year, i decided you have grown up as i grew up with your stories.
Let's become adult together! Ummmmmmmm! :-)
Our deal is to trade drawing class with Yiddish class with no expectations of cuddles.
Mr Cuddle is on the Venus planet with Mrs Cuddle and everything is fine in a better world: no news good news…
This divorced Hasidic man was the one who sent me the story about the beard in a previous post.
I was intrigued how was his night with his peyos.
This is what he replied:
"It was a bumpy ride at first, but then it turned out to be an amazing experience. I started off with me giving a wink and smile to my right payos. The left payos through a fit a started shaking frantically in jealous disapproval. After turning to her, caressing her, calming her down, ive managed to bring them together. We had a very nice talk. We all spoke of our feelings. We expressed our emotions and insecurities. We then lied like that together for a while, happy, satisfied, even blissful. Right before falling asleep, the payos themselves exchanged a passionate kiss. I was watching, kvellingly. And so we drift off into dreamland...."
I was freezing as hell in my work place yesterday and, i thought that maybe an impromptu and spontaneous poem about peyos could warm me up.
He was in…
So let's bang on our keyboard.
We haven't smoked the carpet (French expression which means 'be delirious' with some chemical substances).
It's a poem with 4 hands like a waltz in 4 times.
English is our second language, so be indulgent.
This is it, full of abstractive suggestions, mischievous and naughty…
A soft and curly long peyos
Was lying besides my ear
Bristling by a touch of a finger...
Retorting with hints of shiver,
Traits of moisture -
Of ambivalent origin
Stretching its curls
Lingering along
Recurving to the top
Shaven stripe
Nothing but fleshless skull
Leading to its twin
Rustlings Whistled
A languorous dance
Hips encased
Stubbornly proclaiming
Religious crust
Concealing volcano of desire
Meshugaly winding
Rubbing the cheeks
Grazing the lips
Kinkyly confusing roles:
Caressing eyes
Kissing Chin
On their way to the deep valley
Trapping between the two hills
Pipik pipik
(stay tuned for the next…), send me your thoughts.
And your poetry from the Hasidic world, i will be pleased to read it.
Our next game will be one of my favorite:
Exquisite Corpse that i already talked about on this blog.
And why not with drawings!
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