Together With You as Evening Fell
-Cleopatra, announcing my erection
You remember the coming of your love.
You didn’t demand anything from me to marry
Neither gold nor silver
Only my glorious penis
Hanging like a pole
Over your bleeding cunt.
Like a good Samaritan
You took me into your life
You saved me from putting my head
On the train tracks
At Atocha Station
That goes from Madrid to Paris
Because I was desperate
From not finding a job
And even less able to buy a house
Where to build our love nest.
Also, because of your unsettling question:
-Antonio, where is your manhood?
Like a ragged beggar
Who wore secondhand clothes
Buought at the flea market
You redeemed me forever
Because I sang to your pussy
I adored it and composed verses for it
In the Saint John of the Cross’ style.
Thanks to your money
We were able to rent an attic apartment
On Prado Street
Across from the Ateneo de Madrid
From where we could see its roof
Through a small window.
To the small attic
We had to enter on our knees
You first
Me saying to your ass:
-I adore you, I bless you.
Once inside
We could stand up
Going straight to the bedroom
Passing through the kitchen
With a bathroom included
Leaving our clothes there.
Our two sexes united
We sang glories and praises
To the cock.
-My love for you has no end, I would tell you
Trying to touch with my penis
The uvula of your throat.
-Give me seven orgasms
So I can father a child, you would tell me.
When we finished, we would do 69
And with our tongues we would clean
You my penis, me your cunt
Always together with you
As evening fell.
Horror Sleaze Trash 