My Woman, Who’s Such A Wonder
Among evergreens of an unknown
Hill, can come tight on top of me
Like a patch of heaven, sagging herself
Down for Penetration, Pop Pop Pop!
Let me grow harder and taller
Wrapping me with her dripping mists
Stroking me with her inner tongues
Then I roll over her
Bloated shape, ready to rise
Again, and again
And drift with me in a cloud
After planting my selfhood into earth
As deeply as a tree
An everlasting erection
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