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.
