Curriculum Dolce Vitae
‘She storms into the bathroom,
It’s her afternoon routine,
She has just come into this world,
Like a car she is stuck here,
It’s a traffic
jam in our den,
I have an inspiring question,
Why do we live from sperm to sperm?
How our life would sound,
Imagine if we were allowed,
Writing biography notes using fertility terms,
The Daddy’s sperm is coming,
Motility, volume are very good,
The forward thrust is impressive,
I’ve been conceived,
I am a miracle,
I am unique,
I tremble and swim
in a warm gushy womb,
My wet existence is consummated,
My sperms are ready to grow,
I take the first glimpse of the world,
No, don’t push me,
I don’t want to go,
I don’t like
there,
What have you done?
I am a dying miracle now,
Always feeling ‘I am incomplete’,
She breaks into my thinking,
Leaning her head on my back,
Picking my lock with her begging,
‘I need to take a bath,
It’s a matter of life and death,
You may beautify your pretty cheeks later,
In thirty minutes the place will be yours,
Meanwhile I’ve just realized,
This way your
handsome face looks even better,
It despises a razor and an aftershave’,
‘Clean and perfume what can be perfumed,
I don’t bother you getting pure,
I use the sink shaving my face,
What can I possibly see that I haven’t already seen?
Or I haven’t already done,
Do I make myself clear?
Or maybe you grow something,
The attribute of the opposite sex,
It’s been missing in
your gender,
There are two doings on your seduction agenda,
I have a
perfect idea,
As a roommate and a lover,
I am entitled to make a guess,
I always come first,
I am at the top of black list innovations,
You want to impress me,
Of course, you will,
Presenting me with your newly grown projection,
I will be lost
for words,
You will mind bread and butter,
Increasing your every night fee,
It doesn’t come first,
But it’s an important matter’,
She undresses and hastily gets in the bathtub,
With an ancient expression,
Everyone gets,
‘I have to run,
But I’ll talk to you later,
I have unfinished business,
I’m not desperate,
I’m simply late’.
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