I’m in the naughty corner on Twitter and needed to find a way of diverting myself that didn’t involve housework. This is a (rather dry) rendering of DH Lawrences poem, Figs, which is both sensual and dour. (I would still probably be seduced/induced to orgasm by a reading such as this, especially if I was naked and splayed out on a bed)

The men in my life

Like a naive protagonist in a fractured fairy tale, I strayed, along with my favorite sexy blue headphones, into a surreal forest of erotic blue images… And a man, a silhouetted stranger, cock in hand in blue tinged room… Signs and wonders.
I had to continue.