Back on Schedule...

So today, I was strumming around the blog world, and I realized, oops, it's my turn to post over at Southern Fried Writers...

So here I am.

To post.

And what am I talking about?

PURPLE PROSE...

That evil, overly lyrical, too metaphoric language that writers sometimes employ, without their knowledge in some cases, to get away from the clinical language of body parts.

A few examples:

"He drove his thick, hard, throbbing man-stake into her tight, wet hole."

"Her round melons bobbed up and down as she rode his wonder-stick into the night, screaming his name."

"His love stick slid into her passion channel."

(I can't hardly write this stuff without giggling.)

What's some of your favorite Purple Prose?