Lesbian Erotic, Sex Poems #10 by Celino

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by Celino



It pained me, O beautiful one, thinking on you exhausting the movements,
writhing of love on thorough mental gymnastics;
as one that seeks to capture it
in the deepest recesses of being,
drinking the last drops of sensual canteen of debauchery;

like hungry and stretched lover
trying hardly to achieve

the top shelf of lust.

*

All is always right.
What we have to do is nothing.
We should only follow through the parted paths
that objects have left for our passing.

And look aside
where the natural order of things is exposed a lot
as mannequins in shop windows.

Living is to go into the shops and intend to buy something.

*

Often, in loving tone,
the beautiful walker lady
is requested by shoremen
or workmen rejoicing on the sidewalk
to follow them to the wharf,
and enter the shipyard or docked freighter
where a fellow is waiting her
seriously wounded and sick

of the female beauty.

The breasts are not from body
the distance between us;

It is the proportion of breasts on the chest,
the storefront and shadow that, of mind
the sun makes of them and falls,
that projects, that disrupts us,

as the excess of coconuts
suspended from a rose.

*

The white woman lights the whole bed,
the mat where she enjoys.
The pussy glows like a firefly gushing out light,
while being fondled.

The black, whose flesh absorbs everything,
even the brightness of the stars,
opens wide on the bed axis where she hopes, mentally,

swallowing us as light.

*

Loved one is the woman we admired by all sides,
that one who we fully want
and not only by the hypocritical forehead.

And our love for her is not corrupted by time
instead, resists longer, certainly
than by other common and surrounding women of beauty ...

In short, as a faithful old car
shining, metallically in its chrome attire.

*

We walk through avenues of breasts and thighs of thinking,
ready to be taken by brigand minds.

Sometimes we deflect from their tangent
and saved us from bumping mentally against you!

Thus, if desired, we would have free access to breasts we want
or, if all this boils down to a false show

buyers and sellers?

*

Although already observed the first semen tears
the woman is insensitive to the godly cry of the phallus threatening to burst,
crashing into copious waterfall on the wanton mind;

and continues to harass it of beauty
accusing, ranting and roaring forms to it
flinging it visual imprecations
throwing the cruel insults

in full battle and ruckus of love.

*


At the beginning of loving career
the woman visits the painters` studios,
where financially she undresses up;


in passion heyday she attends the life of a tycoon;

and, at last, heir of loving fortune,
she practices the sexual charity:
brutally gives herself to enjoy in the rude arms
of beggars and loving thugs.

*

On the bed of love
immoral authorities found prostrate
the mangled body of a male evanished in semen,
certainly victim of a violent and terrible loving crime.

The main suspicion falls on the beautiful woman
that popular and loving neighbors observed, hours earlier,
to hastily leave

the bed of crime.

Celino 
arts.montero@gmail.com


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