helical coils,
strands all meshed together--
vertically then wrapped tightly,
like so many strings of DNA
or infinity in spiral -- as paper cut outs
stretched out then clipped frequently
those signs of aging
the damned hair growing out
of my nose and my ears.
penis:
crooked and bent,
used up an spent,
surviving, now alone.
here we sit on our own.
pinked and wrinkled...
yellowed and tinkled!
flaccid and soft
it once held aloft...
each of the male genius
has a penis.
firm and ready,
throbbing and steady,
aching and arching
wanting some sparking
pink and steamin',
full of semen,
as if it had a mind of its own
rigid and hard without a bone...
each of the male genius
has a penis.
cut or uncircumcised,
it lies between our thighs,
happy member and our friend
we'll care fro it 'til the end.
pink with rose coloured head
we stroke it absentmindedly in our bed.
dick ,cock, prick or dong...
no matter how thick or long
each of the male genius
has a penis.
1 comment:
Hey Cameron!
It's Milo from Peru. you still remember me right?
I like to read your blog, i haven't seen you online lately, how are you?
by the way, i'd love to see the draws of me you made, you told me you'd already scanned them, i'm dying to see them, please!
hugs
Milo
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