Climão

O Ginsberg, como membro da Generation Beat, curtiu muito a "alienação física", descuido com aparência (formal e estilística). Há um poema dele, do qual reproduzo um trecho, que é muito agressivo e excitante.
O poema chama-se "Please Master" e desconheço se há tradução para o português.

Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden-haired belly
please master can I gently take down your shorts
please master can I have your tighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off my clothes below your chair
please master can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your hard muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass
please master can I lick your groin curled with blond soft fur
please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may I pass my face to your balls,
please master, please look into my eyes
please master order me down on the floor
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
.... (e vai em um crescendo, descrevendo a relaçao s&m..., até:)
Go moan O please master fuck me like that
in your rhythm thrill-plunge back-bounce & push down
till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be loved
please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole
&fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
&plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-flesh
&throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat
over&over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you.

(retirado do Penguin Book of Homosexual Verse, pag. 339/340)