The Universe

I've always desired to penetrate people
In any possible way

As my cock grew larger with years
And my writing grew out of school assignments
I narrowed the ways of penetration down to two major possibilities
Sexual and mental

The tools for each type of penetration are
My penis and pen respectively

This penetration mania that I've got
Is a symptom of homesickness
I've been suffering from since I was born

Regarding the penetration
Your reading of my writings is actually
My mental penetration into you
And every time
By the end of your reading
You could tell
I
Tumble
Down
In
Mental
Orgasm

As for the phallic penetration

I carefully stir my tea and watch
Your pussy is an arrow pointing at itself
Your pussy is like an elevator
Your pussy is like the Egyptian pyramids upside down
Your pussy is like the head of a hairy goldfish

I smell the steam with closed eyes to miss your body resting on my worn-out armchair
Your pussy is like the sign of Volkswagen without the upper V
Your pussy is like double you
Your pussy is like you squared

I contemplate
Your pussy is like a throne without a king
Your pussy is like quicksand
Your pussy is like a vacuum cleaner
Your pussy is like the sun behind the clouds
Your pussy is like fertile soil for marijuana
Your pussy is like an unshaved armpit
Your pussy is like a sheep's lips
Plucking the leaves of grass
Your pussy is like Cheshire cat's smile

I take a sip
Your pussy is like the tip of my tongue between your lips
Your pussy is like a butterfly dozing in between your legs
As you hear the boosted bass of my voice
Its wings quiver like speakers
And you enjoy the slight friction
Your pussy is like the spaces between my fingers
Between my eyelashes
Your pussy is like the spaces spaceships have yet to explore

I roll myself a cigarette with my head inclined
And I already miss the sight of you sleeping after an exhausting copulation

Your pussy is my Mecca
Your pussy is like silent applause
Your pussy is like the Bermuda Triangle
Your pussy is like Rome
Where all roads used to lead
And your pussy is like zero
From where all figures still depart

I take a puff
The smoke and steam merge
Like our bodies did half an hour ago

Your pussy is my cock's favourite bathtub
Archimedes must have shouted his Eureka!
After dipping himself deep into a juicy pussy like yours
Your pussy is like a camel toe
Even if you're not wearing panties
When I look at the little dot of your navel
Your pussy resembles the exclamation mark
At the beginning of a sentence in Spanish
Your pussy is like the slit on the peak of my cock
Your pussy is a solid double yellow line
Crossing which is not illegal

I would get myself another nostril to enjoy the fragrance of the English breakfast tea
Another lung to enjoy tobacco
And another eye to admire your beauty

Your pussy is like an oasis in this barren world
Your pussy is like a scared little hedgehog
Your pussy is like Hitler's moustache
Your pussy is like a pair of hamburger buns
With a couple of patties stuffed in between
Your pussy is like a rabbit hole
There is the wonderland to find
Your pussy is the interrupted continuation of that adorable dimple on your chin
The scar on my forehead is like the portrait of your pussy

I wish I wished nothing else
Your pussy is like hands joined for prayer
When I think of the return of the prodigal son
I remember my return into your vagina
Your pussy is like Eden
From where I was expelled because of you
Your pussy is like a pack of cigarettes
When you take my flaming cock out of it
To put it into your cool mouth

I'm sure I could light my cigarette from your hot pussy
I'll try it next time

During your menstrual cycles
Your pussy is like a long Coca Cola ad
Which goes
“Sometimes Coca Cola”
Your pussy is like a bank account
Where I deposit the dearest of my treasures
Your pussy is like the U.S. customs office
That makes me take all of my clothes off
Before I can enter your world

I gulped my cooled tea
And you woke up following my burp

No girl has a pussy unless I see it
Please draw your legs apart
When I see your pussy
Your body becomes a dartboard
Your pussy is your alternative mouth
A predator which satiates me by eating me
Your pussy is like the sunrays sipping through Venetian blinds
(A friend of mine frowned at this simile
I reminded him of the narrow gaps between the flat metal bars
"But there are too many bars" he said
I waited grinning
And he got the point
“The more the better”)

I opened the freezer
Your pussy is a waffle cone which I'm filling up with a scoop of ice cream
To the brim
And am now licking it
Your pussy is like a toaster
Out of which my tongue pops out burning
Your pussy is like a crater made by extraterrestrial bodies
Your pussy is like a trap disguised by a pair of rose petals

As my cigarette is growing shorter and shorter
My penis is growing longer and longer
And as I'm putting out the butt
My penis is lighting up
When I took you in my hands
Your body curled up into a seashell
And I heard deep inside the surge of your sticky sea
As I put my ear to your excited pussy
Ummm what a melody
Did I ever tell you that
Your pussy is like a scarf around my artistic cock?

Everything in the universe is the poor imitation of your pussy and my cock
And their functions
Your pussy is like a email inbox
Filled to overflowing with unchecked orgasms
I know the password

You asked me to wear a condom
Your pussy is the condom
Let me wear you and fuck this universe

 

 

 

December 28, 2005-January 24, 2006
Karen Karslyan
Los Angeles, CA

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