Gratification

 
Shocked by all that
is happening in this world,
This morning in pillows
I twisted my beloved
In the face down and in the secret place
I have put in my whole heavy manhood.


Then I asked her,
“Do you like when the
diamond works in you?”
“I feel good then, my dear;
I look like a strawberry!”
came the reply.


I go through all this at a very sad speed
when--hop!--dementia of a beautiful hitchhiker signals
me with light that my eyes are black.
I brake for a moment. Down. You approach me.
Gold skin in pitch frame.
Mouth--red epilepsy in bare skin.
The tits--drawn to the compass and full
of perfection--made for me.
Finally! Turn over something alive in the grass!
I pull zippers, bobcats, lure the muzzle
into the meat that opens me completely
and syllables frigid.


When I get up, the day floats soft and without ideas.
Pleasure flushes on her scarf.
- Did you really like it?
- The crazy beauty! Farewell!
Whistle?? Speed increases??
In the rear-view,
Death laughs at the edge of a sun-drenched road.

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Gratification

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