Jenny
Beneath the man is a lucid vagina,
Censored in thick debris of fur.
Death in the midst of its debris is a glory
Non should behold.
A boy in all certainty, girl deep beneath.
Alas, I swirm, nothing in life is real,
But the squirting sound of an orgasming she male.
Copyright © Osuji Christopher | Year Posted 2015
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