Divine Substance
Gumersinda and me, Sisebuto
Loved hiding in stables and corrals
To kiss and touch each other
When we played with other boys and girls
To “Three ships at sea, and three more are searching.”
Gumersinda, I dare say
Was already, at the age of seven, very clever.
She told me she sucked her little brother’s cock
And that she saw, from time to time
Her parents having great, wonderful sex
Although her father would come out exhausted
And her mother would be overjoyed
For she would exclaim:
“Thank goodness I got rid of your father Aldovrando’s
Excited panting like a giant animal against my ass.”
She would ask her mother Ambrosia:
-But, Mother, how do you do that?
The mother would respond:
-My daughter, if I don’t let the male penetrate me
He’ll go whoring and he can fuck and beat me
I’ll get any kind of ass disease.
Besides, men, like males
They go to the mob with the females
Like donkeys with the she donkeys
Turned into demons who only seek
The food of our cunts.
Sometimes, Gumersinda and me, on this or that day
We would separate from the group of friends
And we would go to the shepherd’s hut
Which is located in the furthest part of the Eras de la Carraleja
And, there, she would lift up her dress and show me
Her honey-colored colt with a few hairs like a mussel
Instantly opening my fly
Taking out the little bird along with the eggs
Putting this one in the heaven of her palate.
I would lean on her and say:
-No, not Gumersinda.
Let’s play the same old game.
She answered me like she was sucking on a candy:
-Wait until I swallow the divine substance
That inspired so many women with beautiful love poems.
Then we played the same game we both played:
You put little pearls of love in my pussy
From those fishing beads you took from your father
And I’ll light a match, placed
In the little hole of your glans, without fear
So that it may illuminate my love and open for you
Like that flower of Eve that Adam fell in love with
In the Garden of Love
Which, without a doubt, so displeased our God
Just as we displease, now, Bacchus’s donkey, the shepherd
Who sends us to flight caused by the braying
Of the two of them.
What sons of bitches!
Horror Sleaze Trash 