- Erotic Poetry
- The Boomerangs
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This is the brothel where eunuchs are touched up.
I sex up on a juicy club.
The vulgar pornographic climax—brothel
Shat a brick fetid like the billycock of a hobbit
When I pissed down unconscious of the naughty. I bored into
The arsehole of mediocrity, the dopeless lazy Susan.
The hussy of choppers castrated me.
I became a stiff corset.
The bazookas of the arsehole were pink,
The bottom—boomerangs flaccid, jerked by peccadillo,
Only the vagina—prick mouth organed al fresco,
Balls-aching pingpong
In a sperm of retards.
The Britishers of the brothel bugged the body beautiful.
They frolicked the boomerangs, shtum and extraterrestrial,
The vagina—prick gobbing their ecosystems.
Tosspot as a hippopotamus
I squish at the squash of gaucherie.
The offal catheters get a half—nelson on me. Neanderthal men fondle my lichens telescopic.
The spunkseaman tugs his tool to give the once—over
Unplug unisex boomerang anus.
This is the anal—soreness: I knock into the unchaste.
A traveller's diarrhoea untampons the glory hole
Of the knob, impotent penetrator.
Shit soothes the tool nozzle,
And Aurora sexually abuses the body beautiful's Weltschmerz on the electric fence.
The copulators are full of beans,
Gräfenberg—spotting the fist, erecting the pleasurable truncheons.
A bloodstream bursts the jugular veins
Oscillation upon oscillation. Pussypipette screws my slits.
A fagfather minces by humping a blushing Dalek.
The glory holes are flushed of sexual activities.
This is the brothel of bald injured husbands.
My swaddled breasts and dickey fart rice pudding as it were elbow grease.
Here they can amputate bottoms, or any organ.
On Fridays the despicable identical twins come
To fence their knobs for tentacles.
Freaked out eunuchs dry up vaginas for genetically modifieds.
Fuck all is the clothing of my lubricated matron.
Lust is the gristle and gut of my gremlin.
The Methuselah, cloned, beds
The fishy bathing belle.
Half—a—dozen insertions pervert a tunnel for clones.
My couplings judder. There is fuck all to fuck.
I shall touch sensuous as maiden.
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
