Girl Half Woman, Half Sand
After finishing my night porter’s job
At the Lancrese Bay Hotel, in Guernsey, Channel Island
In the English Archipelago
I went to the beach of the same name
At about half past twelve in the afternoon
With the idea of bathing and hunting a female.
Yes, I bathed and hunted Dominique
A salty little whore, daughter of some innkeepers
Who had their hostel not far from
The Victor Hugo’s house museum
At 38 Hauteville in St. Peter Port
Hauteville House, when he was in exile
With whom I bathed, very close
Putting my cool mackerel close to her clam
Which she shook all over me in circles
Going down to her hairy clam
Where I tasted that salt that tasted like the sea
Which had nothing to do
With the taste of the clams I tasted
In the Red Light District of Amsterdam
Where prostitutes show themselves to the passers-by
In their illuminated shop windows
With clams that taste like expensive perfumes as Blanche
Reine de Nuit, Yves Saint Laurent, Fleur du Desert
And much less with the clams of the whores of the Rastro
Or the Retiro from old Madrid
That taste like Patchouli
Guess Seductive, Titto Bluni, Miravia Mujer, Jimmy Choo.
The two of us linked together.
When we finished
The sea took her orgasm and my ferocious ejaculation
Towards Saint Helier on the coast of the island of Jersey.
As she had to return home before two
She said goodbye to me with a “see you tomorrow!”
Walking along the beach
To see if another female would give me a cordial kiss.
In the distance, very close to the promenade
Next to some rocks
I saw a beautiful young woman in the sand
From the waist down
With two beautiful naked breasts on her chest
Whose name was Ordovica.
Dazzled, I approached her, stole a kiss, and said to her:
-What a beautiful day we’ve had.
How come you’re buried from the waist down?
She, happy and very pleased, answered me:
-I have numbness in my legs and feet
Multiple sclerosis, wow!
-And sex, and all the parts above?
-More alive than ever since you kissed me.
-Well, I’m going to dig in the sand stealthily
To reach that clam you have
To then go up to your chest
And reach your lips to give you a kiss of sin.
-Did you love me as soon as you saw me?
-Without a doubt, precious girl friend.
With the fingers of both hands
I began to dig on my knees
To see if I could reach her clam.
Singing: “I’ll dig, I’ll dig; I’ll get to your clam”
I realized that I already had her in my right hand
Because some rigid spines stuck in my fingers
Discovering her aboral face next to the anus.
-It’s a red sea urchin! I exclaimed.
-The good one! she answered; continuing:
As you well know, my new boy friend
The black sea urchin is poisonous like the widow’s.
Immediately, I took the sea urchin out of my swimsuit
Not without first giving it a French kiss
Not caring about the pain, stinging, erythema
That I felt in my hand
With which I guided the sea urchin towards the five tongues
In the shape of a star of her clam
That did not look anything like the natural female clam
With its large lips, small lips and clitoris.
We did not manage to copulate
Bbecause her caretakers were approaching
To pick her up and take her to their residence.
Perhaps, because of the total arousal I had
I saw that her four caretakers
With their erect member out
Picked her up and placed her on top of them
Taking her in the air towards an ambulance
Which was waiting for them on the seafront.
We couldn’t even say goodbye
Only I began to recite, nervous and excited:
-Girl, she’s leaving
The beautiful girl from the sand.
Girl, she’s leaving
The paramedics are taking her away.
Horror Sleaze Trash 