Desire
The Desire
When I`m hundred years old, I will
not wish for a virgin, namely because
they have no experience just lie there
waiting to be penetrated
I will ask for the best prostitute in town
One who knows all the tricks needed to
get a sleeping giant stand erect, march into
its last war after thirty years of slumber,
Let a geyser of pleasure, break lose and
flood life lived into a patina of love.
Then blissfully die in the tempting arms of
sexual desire.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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