Cock Sonnet
their cocks greased
Our fathers displayed
by the folds of their sheaths
in excrement and blood.
their members proudly
and the grain of their balls.
a solid cockswain
Even Kleber
apparently had
was always in mind;
with his slightly lying pants
the goods it took.
but the enormity of his member
A sterile time has struck:
is amazingly misleading.
the horse and ox
to display their genital
in the shrubs of swarming
pride anymore
children at play.
Ass Sonnet
unbuttoned men
or shamelessly bathing
I have seen the shape
behind hedges
where children stray.
and fate of man's ass.
with obvious planes
but for women
blooms only in that
veiling the hairy mesh;
their long bushy satin
enchanting crack.
as in carvings
in tables
of angels
with cheeky hollow smiles.
my forehead before
then we'd be free
his glorious length
to murmur and weep!
Asshole Sonnet
humbly hidden in the moss
as love flows
to the crater's rim
it breathes, damp
down the soft ramp
of his pale ass.
have cried beneath cruel winds
across small clots
to lose themselves
shoving them
of reddish loam
in the beckoning slope.
my soul of jealous
browning his nest
physical coitus
and sobbing spout.
the tube the heavenly
in the womanly wet
seed descends
of paradise.