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CATERPILLAR BREASTS
Caterpillar breasts,
One after another
Down the center of my chest:
This vision of possibilities
Astonishes me
With its beauty,
Making me want to be the insect
In Kafka's "Metamorphosis"--
Except, please, I want to be
A caterpillar--
And a hermaphroditic one, at that--
With as many penises
As I have breasts,
Instead of a cockroach,
Revolting and loathsome:
I am a breast man, after all,
And I would like to fuck myself
Between my multiple breasts,
Having multiple orgasms,
And showering myself
With the lotion of my own
Narcissistic love and devotion.
NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC WAS NEVER LIKE THIS!
African beauty queen
With topknot,
Braids,
And breasts
Akimbo,
Stretched and swinging
Far left
Upon her chocolate chest,
Behind her:
An azure sky
Without a hut or frond in sight:
National Geographic was never like this!
BALLOONING
Breasts pressed
And flattened
Against a glass tabletop
Loom large
Above the carpet,
Nipples become pink-brown ovals.
I wait in my place.
Upon the floor.
For her to rise,
Wanting to see her breasts
Bounce back,
Full and round and firm
As balloons ascending
Into Heaven above.
ANDROGYNOUS PARADE
In the parade,
An androgynous face,
Like a girl's
And a boy's,
So feminine
And masculine
It's impossible to say
Which he or she may be;
Although the mustache
And goatee suggest
Balls,
The buoyant breasts
Bouncy and full,
Despite the line of hair
In the cleavage between the two,
Indicate
Ova,
And there is no way
To tell,
For he or she wears pants,
Skirts being largely pass?
Today.
D?COLLET?
Were her black dress
Not so low-cut
And open in the front,
I wouldn't have ever guessed
That she has four breasts,
A pair above a second pair.
I am not shocked;
Instead, I am charmed,
Finding her twice as sexy
As lesser girls in satin and lace.
MY VW
My automobile is a VW,
An old-fashioned bug
With the action in the back,
But she's sophisticated
And wears upon her classy chassis
A peek-a-boo brassiere
That reveals her headlights
Above the gleaming laces
Of her chrome-bright corset.
MAY I?
May I
Wear your Silicone breastplate--
The one with the boobs
Big as dinner plates?
I must appear well-endowed,
For I am meeting, on a blind date,
For the first time tonight,
A wealthy financier
Who could make a fine sugar daddy--
If he likes my Pleasure Chest.
May I,
If I use the magic words,
"Please" and "thank you"?
I promise not to spill
Semen upon them
Or to stain them
With his million-dollar sperm.
AMONG THE MOUNTAINS AND THE HILLS
A spill of breasts,
Round and stippled
With nipples,
Gold and brown,
Pink and red,
Brown and black,
Yellow and saffron:
A jumbled tumble
Of round mounds
Abound
Upon the rocky slope
Where the avalanche
Occurred,
And somewhere,
Buried, perhaps, in the snow
Above,
Are women, flat of chest
As boys or prepubescent girls.
Come summer and the thaw,
What a treasury
Shall we uncover
Among the mountains and the hills!
INVOCATION TO THE MUSE
His cock
Penetrates her anus,
Its ingress,
Balls against perineum,
And her mouth,
Its egress,
Glans replacing tongue
And salivating semen--
But only in the dreams
Of the artist
Who drew this fantasy
The night he mistook
Viagra for his Muse!
Anastasia
- 13.06.2022
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