Erotic Texts, sex poetry #11 by Celino

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by Celino





Prostrated on the bed
the woman waits for the guest that, philosophically,
of her, will made a loving repast,
an ignoble sexual feast;


that will vibrate the being,
among the wise copulatory hands;
 

that will apply such a force 

as a blade in the neat. 

*

At the village's annual festivals
It is the honor committee,
that consists of, among others:



the Mayor.
the Priest,
the Police Head
the Firemen Chief
the Judge, the Doctor

and the great whore.

*

Your wormy body is the Queen Mother,
who all-embraces and all supplies,
all the resolute subjects,
by huge and foolish worn teats;

thick breasts, of drunken outputs each, in sordid multiple entries;
all the vats, all the hours;
from mutation in suction,
the crazy entries,

long parallel roads until the next turn.

*

The woman, as the loyal wife
or sumptuous Countess of kingdom,
will be the reservist whore of love;

then she will descend to the sidewalk
if, for the loving duty, the nation calls her.

As a soldier of beauty
she knows innately play their treacherous role,

as a young mother.

*

There is feigned sex and thought sex
and the real sex over bed or mat;


by shock of feet and hands that conquer flesh, by palpation
and in return, retort kisses on bites.

Shared battles, won or lost,
backward steps toward an end.

Finally, the victory over a suffocated point,
where, mentally, breathes the loved woman.

*

The woman is bricked between man and the bed`s topand God lurks closely this vile trade of fleshand orifices in flesh,by the Christian rosary suspended and ensnared,between the Pinnacles of the high headboard,

that creaks and sways, synchronously,with the movements of a coiled couplethat, like a bunch of flesh, in ecstasy

over the bed vibrates.

*

Instead of torture machines or hot irons
put me the beautiful woman before the mind,and I will truckle;

in exhaustive interrogatory, I will truckle;before that one who promptly undresses at the order of the inquisitors;readily I will denounce accomplices, murderers and ringleaders,cowardly I will reveal past and future plansof the loving revolutionary army

that honorably I belonged to.

*

In the evening or twilight the woman returns home
tortured of daily and obscene thoughtslaunched by illegitimate citizens of love-the furtive hunters of beauty;

statements and infamous looksthat patiently she removes, like thornsbefore, resignedly, surrendering to the regular spouse,who onerously have acquired,

her loving dues.

*

The fuck is a trading love, of alley
clandestine and popular,born in the lower classes of society,in its catacombs or miserable and muddy places,typical of indigent, bandits and working classes,that later, as Christianity,spread and was adopted by the rest of society,being now considered a worthy practice, distinctand much appreciated even by the high aristocracy asa universal loving religion.

Celino 
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