It all starts with a look in the mirror on Monday.
He looks at his crotch and wants it to grow
She looks at her nipples and wants them wetted.
They head for the bedroom at ten o’ clock when all children die.
It then continues with a look at each other.
He looks at her breast and remembers mama,
she looks at his penis and forgets everything.
All the shouting all the beating of the weekend
cradle together with the anticipating sperm soup
in a single vein of lust that pulsates flaming blood along the body
mind – heart - testicles.
It is the blood that is conserved
in a special place in the heart for such occasions
this dirty red quantity that everybody calls love,
but he and she both know
it is the only connection they have left.
So they nourish it with saliva and sweat,
ready to exchange it by induction.
It so continues with some passionate kisses and licks and swallows
- top to bottom and vice versa -
The man suddenly licks and bites more vigorously as he tries to penetrate.
Woman says, “I love the smell of pain on my skin when it's inflicted by you.”
Man simultaneously feels and thinks through both bloody heads,
so sad, yet so overwhelmingly, so irresistibly sexy,
“I want you inside now!”
Woman says, “it is I who should have said that, but it’s ok, we can change roles, if that is what you like. Say ‘I want your inside now’ or, ‘I want inside you now’ and you get your ticket. You might get two if you say it loud and clear.”
As man slaps her violently thinking with only the upper head,
this is no linguistic war but a sex battle,
and also knowing now why he fucks her so strongly every single time,
all that nourished blood accumulates in the veins and pores of his hard spoon
and he is ready for the juices to spout.
She is ready with her juices too, softening the ferocious entry.
- woman breathes loudly -
- man exhales heavily -
then their brains explode and die for some seconds
for their offspring to prevail
and they give way to the wild homerun
as they savour all the pleasure of the Physis in one act.
- he lights a cigarette to accompany and smoke away his pride’s de-hardening -
- she checks if her nipples are wet and sleeps with a wide smile drawn on her pussy -
His monster is no longer inflated,
the tasty air has gone back to his empty heart.
He will be beating her up
until her next submission,
right after he looks at his crotch in the mirror
the same Monday she seeks that one last pain she likes so much
every time she dies
from his yellow, Japanese arms.