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Poems Bigger Than Your Head free porn video
CLOUDS OF SUNNY SPERM
Hair imitating a waterfall,
A cascade over shoulders,
White with winter's snow;
Breasts mimicking hills,
And navels, lakes or pools,
The penis a towering rock
Above twin boulders
Oval like granite eggs:
On either side of her head,
She held a phallic gun,
Daring either one
To discharge, that the fun
Could begin again inside
Her head, in earnest,
And, now, poor thing, she's dead.
A cock, no matter how hard
Or thick, can go only so far
Up an alimentary canal
Before it, arrested, must stop.
My cock looked so good
Between her rounded, nursing lips,
I seek a penis of my own
Now, to kiss and lick.
Tonight, the dragon
Is silver-gray
Against the azure wall
And my white clouds
Of sunny sperm.
PIZZA EYES
Pizza eyes
And cheesy breath,
The remnants of a feast
Eaten too late to taste,
With beer,
Poured, like urine,
Fresh, from the tap,
A libation better
Than either
Of us deserve
Whether for celebration
Or late nightcap.
FANNED MAN
The chill of the air
Fanned by the ceiling fan
Is a cool hand
Upon my naked thighs,
Which, just this morning,
I shaved to make myself
A more feminine man for you.
WHEN AND WHERE I LIVE
I live in my breasts,
In the nipples
And areolas, too,
And in my cock and balls;
I live in my rectum,
Most of all,
When I am fucked by you.
MASTURBATORY CELEBRANTS
Some poems are too big for your head,
Some too big for your cunt (or cock and balls
If you are a man's man, instead of a girly girl).
Such poems exhaust the mind and deplete the soul,
But, in the ecstasy that ensues Oneness with poetry,
We are the greater, not the less, blessed despite our distress;
Poetry teaches us the meanings of the worlds within us,
Which, otherwise, are lost or scorned
By masturbatory celebrants of their own sperm.
(Even the most microscopic
Of my poems
Is too big
For an astronomer's head.)
COUNTERARGUMENT
Above the waist, hands on hips,
Blouse open to show more
Than cleavage, exhibiting your full,
Proud breasts and insistent nipples,
Your upper torso proves your womanhood,
Albeit, down below, I know,
Your anatomy contradicts itself
With the argument of its male genitals;
Nevertheless, your hair and makeup,
Your breasts and the rest
Of your undeniably feminine charms
Wins the debate, make no mistake,
And "Woman" you are proclaimed.
VANILLA BREASTS
Buttocks, when they are smooth
And sleek and properly poured,
Perhaps with a cloth about the thighs,
Just below, are vanilla breasts
Without unnecessary toppings
Of areolas and gumdrop nipples.
BODIES BEAUTIFUL
Without curves, women's anatomies
Would have too many lines,
And the mind, even of the coroner,
Would rebel, canceling both beauty
And the complexities of contour
That make female figures bodies beautiful.
BREASTS AS BIRDS
When she skips rope,
Her unfettered breasts
Make the jump with her,
Parallel to the ground
And, thus, renewed
As sexual signatures.
In their flapping motion,
The metaphor is born
Of breasts as birds.
Nadene
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