Juxtaposed in
the sheets of time
Although
reclining vulnerably
She dictates my
prospective progeny
To the very end
of my manhood
Balanced
appealingly centre-canvas
Exuding demure
innocence
Perceiving the
true weakness of man, sublimely
She plunders
and pillages our virility
With ghostly
translucent flesh
Offered upon
this exotic platter
(Suckling pig
sans apple of Eden)
Serpent rears
its innocent head
Her omnipresence
transfixes my being
Both repels and
captivates, whilst
Her fleshy
breasts quicken the breathing -
An exciting
critique of my manhood
Peering at her
voluminous folds
Adolescent
hormones adrift
My virginal
hand lurches out -
Plucks a grape from
her loins.
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