Erotic writing #6 by Celino

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by Celino
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Under the cynical guise of charity
high ladies visit the poor suburbs,
like dogs rummaging the dumps,
knowing there are generated, as loving infections,

the most infamous city phalluses.

*

In Sex it seems that, for a moment,

woman is divided into two halves
as a suitcase that, full of desire

spilled and unexpectedly revealed

the indecent content.

*

By the dawn of the night, at the blue twilight

whores languidly transpose the inn`s walls,
slowly leave the alley,
and walk, as proletarian harvesters,

to the toil of love.

*

The woman is an excessive being;

It is more than enough
and after the start,
the excess beauty remains buzzing in our mind,

as the sound of a speeding car.

*

Sex is inexorable.

once initiated that task the return is impossible
and should be concluded quickly,

like a bank theft.

*

Down the driveway,

through a gap opened in the perverse workshop`s wicket
I glimpse the harlot working the phallus,
as a craftsman thrashing the hard iron,

or wicker.

*

The woman enjoys the big phallus as smuggling;

she knows furtive and dirty this illegal act of love,

a clandestine merchandise or loving swindling,

a transaction sensually prohibited.

*

In watching steps she makes routinely

through the gloomy alleys of her kip,
the wise whore listens behind the frivolous partitions,
the pleading cries by the loved woman

and the deep husky breathing of her lovers.

*

The Lady orders the black footman
to whip her violently by phallus, 
like an husband would do when finding
the woman betrays him, precisely,

with the black footman.

*

While placidly we chatted

I noticed that from the beautiful interlocutor mind

the woman exhaled a strong smell of semen,

certainly, an effect

of a recent loving drunkenness.

*

On her classic nudity

obscene shadows emerge

and paint female bodies by dark spots

as plague,

- the Black fever of beauty.

*

To the front of the battle

the belligerent nation sends the life of menial laborers and soldiers;

in turn, at the rear, women shall assist harlots

that hardly provide entire armies

of beauty and love.

*

As in the woman,

I prefer the reserved places of hotels,

technical and hidden spaces, stairs, service corridors,

where to love a tureen;

prohibited places to beings strange to love.

*

In love the woman periodically docks

at the hip of an occasional lover

before embarking again,

continuing the obscene journey of beauty until next port,

new harbor of mooring and fuck.

*

As a muscled gladiator of intense fighting,

the harlot achieved beauty and shapes,

by the fuck she daily exercises in the Coliseum of bed,

that she practices and offers,

in honor of the imperial love.

*

The woman is the sandbag of beauty.

Pad, pillow or mattress,

the shooting range where boxers of fuck are consumed and exhausted,

where they rehearse and practice in clumsy movements,

- the low blows of love.

*

During the loving weeding or harvesting

the small phallus is rejected by the woman

and definitely separated from Love,

as fallen and rotting fruit

of the wanton crop.

*

Lady undresses, finally, at the maid`s signal

after a team of loving servants, of perverse assistants and lackeys

have previously submitted the male,

imposed a comprehensive test and confirmed definitely 

the quality and power of the aspirant phallus.

*

A shadow shaft is ubiquitous,

it remains indelibly in the central beauty of woman
as wrinkle or mental crease,
an old Roman road of love, a pillory,

the perverse Belfry`s cross.

*

During the weekly woman`s visit

parents experiment an strong smell of semen
that the girl`s mind exhales and releases,
denouncing the vicious and fresh phallus smoking,

the recent loving intoxication.

*

Given the small phallus

the woman curses mentally

the terrible bad luck of that time and infamous day

as a fisherman lamented the smallness and scarcity of toil,

the poor journey`s loving fishing.

*

Devout beauty queens protect and welcomes mentally

the vagrants and deformed phalluses of existence,

exotic and eccentric foundlings organs

that roam the corridors of hospices,

taking refuge in shelters,

as offenders orphans of love.

*

From life woman collects the great phalluses

as the loving hunting trophies

which in room suspends over the bed`s headboard;

as the armed head of a deer in a tabernacle hangs

over the vile table of diners.

*

When, by beautiful shopkeeper we are attended 

we found she mentally constrains and puts aside,
she blushes when, at the end of the loving transaction,
she should request the amount

and size of the desired piece.

*

In presence of whore`s dishonor we prepare our guns
and defy for mortal duel
the vile offender,
as one who gives own life and beats

for a noble Lady of debauchery.

*

Inns lack the ancient village

for executing unclean thoughts that passing ladies radiate,

which from themselves pollute our minds,
whenever of love we intercross,

in their wanton and treacherous roads.

*

In war time a royal decree compels women to discontinue activities

and running quickly to the edges of the paths, to receive the troops 

and disrobe her breasts at the passage of divisions and military companies,

which shattered return

of love and breasts...

Celino
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