Geography of Love
That the geography of my beloved guide me
It is a truth like a temple
Presenting me, on our wedding day
The value of a sigh, and a gasp
Of a she donkey and an Ass.
Before all things discovered
That her love nest
With its hair and signs too
Showing me that girl’s prick
Which I thought was big
But was tiny
Leaving me after sucking
Her noble nipples
Remembering in the books I had read
That the clitoris and the nipples
Have dazzled old men, young men
Nobles and commoners
Priests and friars
Sacristans, countrymen
Soldiers, courtiers
White, black, or yellow
Slobbering fools and idiots.
Brazenly, and making out
Conjugating the verb “to copulate”
With the Kama Sutra
Hindu book
I was inserting it into her vagina
Adorned with colostrum
Begging her to watch attentively
What I was putting inside her
Unfolding her large lips
And her small lips
Telling me something like “I can’t.”
Opening her mouth wide
Pure, clean, smooth
I inserted Quartz Agate
Bauxite, Blende, Flint
Sylvina, Limonite, Chalcopyrite
Her vagina remaining
Like a smoky Quartz
Fake Topaz
Hyacinth of Compostela, Agate
Which pleased us both
She exclaimed:
-I’ll make a very pleasant observation:
Friend Fucking Dick, Love first
¡Who could conceive
That a faggot like you
would Illustrate my Cunt with his cock!
Then, with a hoarse sound
I mounted her from behind like an Ass
Forming highs and lows
Strong different movements
Defining Love
As it should be defined
Pouring out my audacity
Against her neck
She driving certain resonant winds
Into my terrifying balls
Exclaiming:
-Thank God
We both know how to bray.
Horror Sleaze Trash 