We had not canoodled for ages,
we washed bed linen,
sloshed saggy skin with surgical soap,
put on face masks
(rubber gloves were optional),
but they did remind us
of more risqué days.
We had old people sex -
less frantic, more careful.
I think I heard God laughing
as we both encouraged
slow-fuse orgasms
that declined to arrive together.
At our bedside
a stretched-out chocolate lab
huffed, a little bollixed,
as if overhearing
two hamsters exercising
on the same training wheel.
mother, I’ve been twitching in your sky with chains
masturbating to a blood shot stain
you crawl like I want to
melt to bone and blue
you float like angels do
when I touch for ecstasy and bleeding truth
if I ever lived
death wouldn’t sound like orgasms and light
I wish warmth
wouldn’t scream contort
when I lie in
glass
She hears again his guttural sob
as he orgasms behind her.
Between his muscles and her anima -
butter and balsam.
She spreads herself,
makes herself parts to be used.
Afterward,
his hurried dressing,
his indifferent coldness.
Then, as usual, he leaves her
for that bony
with halitosis.
One cigarette after another;
she draws the smoke into her lungs,
into her belly, feels the fumes
turning to vengeful wraiths.
She opens drawers
tossing his clothes,
anything that smells of him.
She wants to write letters,
raw accusatory letters
to his pride --- his bull-S soul
She imagines following him,
demanding violent sex
just to use him up.
One last warm splash,
one more flick of her wrist,
then turning away swiftly,
deleting him out of her life
forever.
Death is a step to letting go,
but it's not the last, not even the first.
Orgasms can be a little death,
in their letting go moments.
Thunderbolts of instant love
shake you out of yourself.
Is it time,
to stop clinging to that last hope,
that you, as a separate self,
actually exist?
Only you can tell.
If so, let go of that rope,
then fall as far as you need to.
Pity the fool who lives by numbers
He counts his sheep while the sagacious slumbers
Imagines triangles equal or obtuse
Then numbers his thoughts by hypotenuse.
He dreams of trig and long division
Then stimulates his mind with a rhombus prism
Wet duvets caused by a linear quantify
He counts his orgasms by using pi.
Correlation coefficients make him smile
Exercises measured by the metric mile
A career built on a quadratic path
An idiotic devotion to anus numbing math.
From an embrace alone the
Ambiance of her smile the
Sweet of my touch chronic
Erotic spasms and gasping for
More we fell mysteriously in
Love surrounded by gold and
Magenta Satin gifts from the
Gods From an embrace alone It's truth
We turned our faith toward the
Sun while we prayed the
Shadows never find us
From an embrace alone we fell
Into desperate love spasms of
Monstrous orgasms from an Embrace alone
we inhaled our Fate was sealed
from an Embrace alone reality seemed
Like a dream because of an Embrace
My body touching yours
lunatic caresses in the weather
climatic orgasms in the sun
I’m a live wire
listen to my $ talk
Blood Brain Orgasms.
The remote
It was a terrible hallucination
an old hex came out of her grave and raped me
I was lame paralyzing fear she sat on top of me
and reeked of semen of a thousand men
left to rankle in her mouldy .
I fumbled for my remote to switch the channel off
could not find the remote, then the horses came
galloping through the woods, I mounted one
and we were riding on the Pampas of Argentine.
All the while, the hex hollered something foul
about multiple orgasms, I found the remote
the screen filled with irises and sweet poems.
I withstand three orgasms with no pissed
But it is the limit - and only then,
I knocked the neighbor's wall with a fist
And demanded the activity end.
This is sage advice,
At gigolos don't look twice,
It's a pandemic world,
Solo orgasms, guys and girls,
All around the world,
Blip yourselves, dudes and girls,
Then on with the happy pants,
Back to work online, us ants!
How do I know all this?
Google's life coaching is the blip!
The kiss of Death is sure to be enticing
Filling up confused humans
With powerful orgasms
As to cause them
A change of existence!
For that kiss have I been waiting for
Dreaming and fantasising about it
As would a princess totally
In love with its charms,
Wanting to feel the comfort
Of the freedom that lie
Between its arms,
As if,
It were the prince capable
Of saving me from my own shadows!
Death, made to look ugly
And gruesome,
Reveals himself as a handsome
Young man with unruly hair
And shiny eyes
Easily seducing me
With his charismatic smile
And the depth of his longing for me!
Contrarily to humans, shall he say to me
I'll fight for you
I'll grope you and pull you
Closer and closer to me
In a tight bond of amorous submission
As
You belong to me!
Then he'll drown me with his kiss
And I'll succumb to him
Through a rebirth in another
Unwanted existence on Earth,
Yearning for when my soul
Would, once more,
Feel the orgasmic euphoria
Of being lost in his essence!
If I could take you to where love and peace dwells
If i could meander my way into the bunker of your heart where love breaks all arrows
If i could hold you, feel you, kiss you and bury you in the warmth of my embrace
If i could pull your adorable ringlets
If i could stare deeply into your fathomless eyes
If I could awaken your roaring orgasms with the touch of my wet tongue
If you could open your heaven for my entrance then I'll live eternally in loving you
Wet and hot we rock -
I in my head,
you across the whiskers
of a former lover.
We unlock distant orgasms,
while body parts collide
like space junk.
'Let’s not do this again',
I say to your faraway eyes.
I still remember
that one time I fell into the lust filled puddles
that settled where your eyes once were
we both know
it was over and over again
that i'd willingly dove in
I replay you in my mind
here's a secret
never have I ever
remained so submissive and committed
a true fool, I am
but why did you have to hold me so secure
kissed my eyelids, painted my orgasms= gold
couldn't you taste that my soul
was tarnished with the acidity that the last lover spewed my way
pacing back N forth
...was devising how to divulge my yearning for you
until i woke up and remembered that you belong to her
silly me.
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