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sloshed

12 Tuesday Jun 2018

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How do the sober mate? The ones not drunk

on quick kisses. Who don’t drop to their knees

 

on the first date. Who tuck their luscious junk

away and never learn how to say, “please,

 

cum-plum, I need more.” More libertine sex

magic and all the proteins found in cum.

 

More rough gods and nipple clamps. More objects

designed for pleasure. Imagine Sodom

 

as a lazy date night. The world is ours.

Imagine a kiss that leaves you stoned, sloshed,

 

flushed. Imagine me knocking on your door.

Debauched acts: what soils the soul in others

 

is our prayer. Pray savage, come drunk, unwashed.

Tell me that you want this … that you need more.

at the door of the house

17 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by in Erotic, Illustration and art, Poetry, Portuguese, Translation

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entering the house of the orgasm

Quando a orgasmo vem, e o vento sopra e canta para os deuses; por favor, orem por mim. Eu sou o suplicante. Você deve lamber minha carne. Minha pele que é poesia. Casa de orgasmo. Você alega que você é o redentor de delírios. Amor e os deuses pode ser delírios, mas eles são a única loucura que eu sei.
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When the orgasm comes and the wind blows and sings to the gods; please, pray for me. I am the supplicant. You must lick my flesh. My skin is poetry. The house of the orgasm. You claim that you are the redeemer of delusions. Love and the gods may be delusions, but they are the only madness that I know.