William F. DeVault
The Romantic Poet of the Internet
I was named the Romantic Poet of the Internet in 1996 by Yahoo
(yes, they had the internet that long ago) and have authored over 7,500 poems and have a few books out
(buy them, please).
Despite my reputation, I'm never too blatant.
I have included icons for a little guidance.
The chili pepper
means some direct sexual reference, the heart 
means more of a romantic sense. These are a small fraction of my catalog, if you want to see more, my official website,
which I also share with a few proteges and friends, is at www.cityoflegends.com.
If you have any comments, questions or really inspiring pictures, you can reach me at
[email protected].
And I am available for readings. And private parties. ;-)
| a touch of Heather This piece was written in response to a group of nuns in a Dundalk, Ireland Convent School who banned my works. A few weeks later, my publisher called to let me know he had an order from Ireland of my new book. I wrote this piece to a fictional Catholic school girl, exploring the very feelings the nuns were afraid my works would invoke. | pink jade/thin skin for Jade, a vision of some very sensuous touching. | the pale of your breasts Written to my uber-muse, Brigit. They were glorious, sigh, and well worth the ode. |
| hammer Again, to Brigit. I think the poem explains itself. The metaphor may go over the heads of some, but it is pretty direct. | pink jade/warm breath stirs soft flesh If you need to have it explained to you, please have your girlfriend/wife/lover break it down, then do what she asks. You will both thank me. for Jade, who always makes me hungry. | I will wake you, tonight To Ann, sometimes you cannot sleep next to someone for long without wanting more than to sleep, to express the warmth, the heat, passing between you. |
| ecstasy I am embarrassed to admit I do not recall who I wrote this for (hey, you keep track of a few thousand individual pieces sometime) but it is very tasty. | pink jade/a summoned fire For Jade. An early entreaty, a seduction. | Soubrette Written for an abstraction. The word is French and means a young woman, usually one that you are involved with or at least attracted to. I had the vision of a mistress. |
| sex cookies I wrote this online for my friend Anastacia. We met on a blind date and there was immediately no attraction, but we became good friends and helped each other through rough times. She suggested the title, and I ran with it. | pink jade/acolyte of the flesh Another of the Pink Jade works. | the ancient brain An abstraction, musing on the workings of the erotic mind. |
| incubus I remember who I wrote this for. But I will not admit it, as even she does not know. | pink jade/touch One of her favourites. Jade, you inspire great things. | aurora flytrap Not to my muse Aurora, but to a friend who was an aerobics instructor and very proud of her (sigh) long, lean perfect legs. |
| the taste of remembrance The familiarity of certain moments when one should be lost in the moment, not memory. | pink jade/nectar Again with the feeding metaphors with Jade, tasty, indeed. | intimacies About all those wonderful mixed feelings and joys that accompany making love with a lover. |
| penetralia, a cycle For those unfamiliar with my works, I do a lot of cycles of poetry This one is about a popular topic. | pink jade/base sacraments What is making love if not a religious experience? For Jade. | wine The Mad Gypsy rears her lovely head. It may have only been a single weekend together, but the events and impressions inspired some of my more intensely erotic works. |
| gibbous For Swallow, remembering one rather magical image from a night so far away now. | pink jade/tracery A vision of letting hands glide across Jade and feeling the very life within her. | blossoming into the night For Alisha, a vision of what might have been if I had seized the opportunity while you were in my arms that night. Dammit. |
| possession Again for the Mad Gypsy. This one neverfails to get some attention at readings. One time I performed it while she was in the room, ready to do her own reading. She had a response poem...I think we both were blushing by the end of the evening. | pink jade/ seduction Sometimes you know what (and who) you want and what it will be like, even before the moment. | portal Another Mad Gypsy piece. sigh. |
| soft repast Comparing love making to a gentle and delicious meal. As it should be, in many ways. | pink jade/the hunger I performed this work about Jade recently at a reading. Well received. Very well received. Hey, you in the back row, put your pants on. | the penetrating rose from the panther cycles, .some credit this as my first erotic work. and yes, it was a real rose, not a metaphor. |
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Special thanks to Jade, Ann, Robin, Mari, Elizabeth, Dar, Nancy, Amy, Karla, Lauri, Alisha, Aurora, Jan, Anastacia and Heather.