Three Cumshots

WARNING: This poem contain explicit sexual imagery, AND sexual imagery links to major religions, and the heroes of those religion.  I do this intentionally, to get past the pathetic word-content-filters nonsense which is now everywhere Google searches go....

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I. When I Got Religion



She holds my full cockhead

joyful, in her eucharistic mouth,

And I am busy, enraptured

thinking about God.

Oh. My. God.


I struggle to bring my myself

back to the immense reality

of my sacramental arousal,

the beautiful young woman

on her knees, as if in prayer

sucking sucking sucking.


Spiritual Oneness does exist.

I saw It in her pubic folds

revealed, not at all concealed,

as I licked her to orgasm,

there remained a veil of Mystery.


Those same folds, now puffy

with pleasure she touches lightly,

lightly, lightly as I come

as I come, come, come

into her holy God-given mouth,

I hear the All-Compassionate One

laughing and laughing!




II. Literature


With semen on her face,

Kim smiles up at me,

wearing thick reading glasses

as if the literature of our erotic

love needs a sharp focal distance.


In fact, there exists no clever sequence

of humorous or romantic combinations,

neither words, phrases, nor paragraphs

with adequate warmth and sincerity

to describe our reality with precision,

not this love, not anyone's love.


We know this, and try anyway.

On good days literature gets close

enough to make words wet

like ink on thick-textured paper.

Electronic, digital words seem pale,

tell only half the story, ghost-writing,

and we hear none of the music.





III.     Jacking It for Jesus



I might also say:


Boinking for the Buddha, Muff-Diving for Muhammad,

Taking It In the Ass for Allah, Yanking Kosher for Yahweh.

In India, I don't know which deities to worship,

so I spurt sacred cream at sunrise, for all of them.


After several million years of human fucking,

we might offer our gods praise most-passionate,

in those moments, those few seconds when

lovers cry, “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh My God!”

And the lovers really mean it.

Unintentionally giving praise where it is due,

due to the sincere nature of most orgasms,

fucking can often be as worthwhile as prayer.