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The Perils of Adolescence
Soon after I reached adolescence,
my father gave me a brief advisory
on the pitfalls of feminine “geography”
based on his personal experience.
Dear boy, he began, if at all possible,
keep your eyes pure and blind to all
facets of a woman’s embodiment
in particular her two most prominent,
and unless you’re blind, I mean her breasts
more so if they compare to Mt. Everest.
Any attempt to scale such breathless heights
to achieve near-unconscious delights,
you risk an avalanche of such a scale
you’ll surely die by asphyxiation,
comparable to a guppy’s suffocation
under tons of blubber of a whale.
Copyright ©
Maurice Rigoler
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