Thanks Whore, Goddess of the Bushes
I met Gabriela, a female archangel
In the Casa de Campo
The best thing about Madrid
Near the Batán, where there’s a little square
Where they teach you how to bullfight.
I saw her and I loved her
Because of the abundance of everything she had.
I gave her five hundred pesetas, the old kind
And she took me to enjoy her completely
On all fours
Inside some flowering bushes
Holding my hand, saying:
-Pumps to the rabbit hutch
Where about one hundred and twenty are.
From the top, where the cable car passes
That comes from the Paseo Pintor Rosales
To the Cerro Garabitas
They threw rose petals at us
And the occasional half-eaten sausage sandwich
While we made love doggy style.
I had run away with another classmate
From the Conciliar Seminary
Which is in Las Vistillas
With the desire to end the false celibacy.
This cock-eater was to my liking
She satisfied me, especially when she answered me
When I asked her:
-Are you working for a pimp?
-No, I’m here on my own.
Free Love!
Delighted with the raw, unprotected sex
And with having lost my virginity to this whore
So beautiful and sexy
I sang to her in the Gregorian chant style:
-“I praise your cunt
To which my cock has worked wonders.
How grand, amidst the bushes
The love that justifies us!
Thanks whore, goddess of the bushes.
Thank you for the illusion
Of having swallowed my cock
Before ejaculating inside your vagina.
Thank you for having placed my priest’s crown
My mystical virginity
Between the two holes of your ass.
Thank you, whore, for this hour.”
My friend, my soulmate
You who have been watching us fuck
Let us sing to the goddess Whore with joy!
The woman’s cunt is vast!
Her boundless charity
Even though we have to pay to enter
The heaven of her vagina!
As we were leaving
Saying goodbye with a kiss
I saw her wiping away with a silk handkerchief
The amorous remnants outside her vagina
Then, she would hold it up to her nose
To wipe away a green snot that was dripping from her
Very similar to sheep’s snot.
Also, right next to it
Inside another bush
My companion and I saw a jar
That contained colorful condoms
Filled and torn, overflowing.
And next to it, another jar
Where she would defecate if she needed to.
-Goodbye Whore, I shouted to her.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Horror Sleaze Trash 