THE MOUNTAIN GIRL ANA VENERO
In the narrow gorge of the Pusa River, in Toledo
Ana Venero waited for me, legs spread wide
Showing me that throat of her vulva
A waist a yard and a half wide
All covered in hair
As well as her rear end.
When I approached her
With my erect
Which measured as much as my wrist
A quarter and a half
I didn't notice a thing
Where it went in because of the hair
Because I took it by the hand
Without knowing where it was leading.
It didn't lead me to her mouth
Or to ejaculate between her breasts.
I was horny for a woman
And I lifted her towards me with great force
As if I were lifting a load of firewood.
She, waking me from my dream
Entered into conversation:
-Serrano, this bud of yours is a very good thing.
And those colostrum that it releases
Adorn my colon and the sky of my very much.
So much so that even the Fallopian tubes were gurgling
Without anyone touching them.
I laughed my head off
While I came inside her.
I started pulling my out from I don't know where
Until she told me
That it looked dead.
-My dear mountain man of my
Don't let it die," she said scaring me.
Then I said to her:
"Please, Ana Venero
Tell me how many bears and dragons have passed
Through your pot and your final hole
Because I've entered you
Like Mate the greyhound in his mate.
-Look," she replied, pointing to her :
Through this carnal sphere
Important people have passed:
Nobles and commoners
Fathers with their illiterate children
Carters and bullfighters
Constables and mayors
And the ones I remember best, who are:
Lazarillo de Tormes
Don Quixote from La Mancha
Calixto, the one from Melibea's story
The Bogeyman
The pedophile priest of Ronchal
And even a very filthy fellow
Who liked the blood from my period
And they called him 'poor Count Dracula
They all left happy
Enjoying themselves immensely
Because they all told me
When they finished ing me:
-Now, Ana Venero, may God rest in peace
Because we've had our fill
With that hairy cake of yours of glory.
As I walked away from her
She shouted at me:
Come back, mountain man, come back!
Come back for the condoms you haven't used!
They're such pretty colors!
It's a shame to lose them.
Turning back to her I shouted:
-I don't care about them, Ana Venero.
Do whatever you want with them.
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