The conceit of Fergottica is that it's the "forgotten erotica" of famous authors. There's a whole lot of it, and whether it's legit or not is a matter of contention among literature scholars in every dingy coffee shop in Connecticut. Today I bring you the forgotten erotica of Emily Dickinson.
He placed his Hand upon my Breast
It heaved with my gasp
I knew not whither my Hands flew
Nor why they flew so fast
I found his Manhood!
In my Grip
It swelled beneath my Touch
And tho his Blood seemed all therein
I thought I saw him Blush
He tweaked my Nipple playfully
I tapped my lover's Nuts
And as he Tore my dress in twain
He growled 'You dirty Slut!'
My Heart beat quick
With every thrust
It quickened e'en more
On Stomach, Back, upon my Knees
In Bed or on the Floor
He left the Moment that his Seed
Was spilt upon my Chintz
But I have found an Equal lover
N'er before nor Since