twirling her stem

… standing in the pew at the Latin Mass
fumbling and thumbing my missal …
it’s such a distraction when the nubile lass
just in front adjusts her skirt, twisting and
bobbing as if God is twirling her stem
like a pretty flower in His hand …

 

(Julian O’Dea)

The best way to objectify women

H/T Dalrock:

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He has his wife slung over his shoulder and she is waving to the camera.

Women being carried, including in the “bridal carry” is a common cultural trope. Even Rey in the latest Star Wars movie is carried like this, as I noted here.

Here is an example I have written about before:

 

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It is a long time ago now, but as I recall, I carried my wife over the threshold of our home.

As for lifting one’s woman up, one of the most dramatic and sexy things I ever saw was a man at a trivia contest night express himself – he had maybe had a bit to drink – by lifting his wife over his head like a barbell. I have never forgotten it.

Turned

Though turned like a flower

twisted on the stem

every part shown

from top to bottom

from head to toe still shares

in the woman’s charm.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

 

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Another cute short-haired brunette

H/T Chris Gale. Chris thought this video might have inspired my poem. No. But it is a powerful music video. The woman playing the girl in the car is Irish actress Elaine Cassidy. In any case, I think she seems lovely in the video, which ends sadly. I have set it up to begin when she appears.

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She can be seen below  in the role of “Lucy Honeychurch” in “A Room With a View”.

She is playing an English girl here, although I think she is very typical of some Irish women. I have wondered, semi-seriously, if my attraction to girls like this is some “race memory” from my Irish side.

 

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perky

young breasts

perky and new

that seem to turn

their nipples up

like humble eyes

that softly yearn

for the lover’s hands

in sweet surmise

Anklet

In suit and tie I ambled home,

the humbled office worker,

tired to his wife, but on a whim

I dropped into a shop that

smelled of sandalwood,

and took home an anklet with

tiny bells, and some magic,

for even after all our years

she put it on that night

and made music in my ears.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

 

The Plain of Eden

The Plain of Eden

When first he saw a young woman
run, her naked limbs flashing brown,
bounding
lightly like a gazelle, man
captured her and called her Eve.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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