WolfLarsen
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Happy Orgasm Day! A Poem by Wolf Larsen
The Poet begins wandering through the Amazon rainforest looking for a word and all the women are wandering naked through the rainforest looking for the Poet and conception and rivers and dreams and nightmares all rush forward like an explosion of orgasms and then all the words leap out of the trees and attack the Poet and the sky wrestles itself into a feverous sculpture so everybody trades wives and it’s like the bluest sky you’ve ever seen it’s like happy orgasms laughing through the air and everything on earth is just fornicating and fornicating so everybody is falling into hell and in hell it’s the great eternal party of the billions all drinking and drugging and fornicating and gambling and every poem is a big luscious sin and that is why when I write a poem I make love to the reader – my words take the clothes off the reader and her naked body marries my lips her pussy clamors for all the words of my tongue creating New York City inside of her, my penis and the reader’s pussy – my penis and the asshole of the reader’s husband is like the Poet slaying alexander the great and conquering the world, my eyes are swords thrashing through you, every inch of soil in the entire world calls out to be ruled by me, the soil is screaming for blood, the world is once again begging the Viking hordes to slaughter boring husbands and father illegitimate children everywhere, or should we just go for a walk instead? It’s such a lovely day!
Copyright 2005 by Wolf Larsen
The Poet begins wandering through the Amazon rainforest looking for a word and all the women are wandering naked through the rainforest looking for the Poet and conception and rivers and dreams and nightmares all rush forward like an explosion of orgasms and then all the words leap out of the trees and attack the Poet and the sky wrestles itself into a feverous sculpture so everybody trades wives and it’s like the bluest sky you’ve ever seen it’s like happy orgasms laughing through the air and everything on earth is just fornicating and fornicating so everybody is falling into hell and in hell it’s the great eternal party of the billions all drinking and drugging and fornicating and gambling and every poem is a big luscious sin and that is why when I write a poem I make love to the reader – my words take the clothes off the reader and her naked body marries my lips her pussy clamors for all the words of my tongue creating New York City inside of her, my penis and the reader’s pussy – my penis and the asshole of the reader’s husband is like the Poet slaying alexander the great and conquering the world, my eyes are swords thrashing through you, every inch of soil in the entire world calls out to be ruled by me, the soil is screaming for blood, the world is once again begging the Viking hordes to slaughter boring husbands and father illegitimate children everywhere, or should we just go for a walk instead? It’s such a lovely day!
Copyright 2005 by Wolf Larsen
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