Poetical Intercourse

poetical intercourse
she opened for him
his act of penetration complete
and now his copious manhood
fully invaginated to the hilt
he paused motionless
she gasped her words softly
you are a poet
a real poet
and you have initiated me
into realms of feeling
hitherto unknown to me
and indeed unknowable
without your astute direction
since i am not a poet
shut up ok -
the poet grunted
and then commencing a slow and rhythmic thrusting
 
she moaned a deep sigh of ecstacy
you have taught me about Love
 
Love is when you identify
somebody you want to fuck
and you succeed in obtaining from them
permission to fuck them
and you fuck them
that is love
according to you
I love you
fuck me
 
shut up ok
the poet hoarsely interjected
his thrusting became deeper and
more powerful energetic and purposeful
you have taught me about Loss
Loss is when the person you are fucking
discontinues the presentation of assent
and permission to fuck is withdrawn
and the fucking is terminated
that is loss
and it hurts
but only if you are a poet
for only poets have real feelings
and that is why they write them down
to tell everybody about them
about their feelings
so unique and beautiful and important
things we would not know of our own accord
for we are not poets
 
shut up ok
the poet issued his edict
but it was ignored
his powerful thrusting
assumed a metronomic and hydraulic finality
she screamed in exquisite agony
 
you have taught me about sadness
sadness occurs when things do not transpire
according to one’s wishes and desires and needs
then there is sadness
real sadness is that which is
out coming from a morbid self concern
and morbid self concern
well
that is one of the finer feelings
according to your poetry
and since your poetry
never departs from
morbid self concern
it must be so
your self love and
self regard
is an exemplar
for all the world
 
shut up ok
a deep sonorous guttural bass
the poet now approaching the acme of his potentiality
and grinding his solid ever swelling and rigid tool
in a spasmodic and convulsive rapture of palsy
he issued successive jets of semen
deep within her                                            
 
what say you now?
O poet! you fucking asshole!
You stupid fucking gormless wanker!
She laughed;
you have soiled me with your seed
now
I am exonerated
shut up ok