Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
James Joyce to his wife:
My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole.
Tell a wise person or else keep silent
for those who do not understand
will mock it right away.
for those who do not understand
will mock it right away.
Poetic Outlaws • The Holy Longing
They call this knot of stars a Weaving Girl
whose golden needle tears the dark apart.
whose golden needle tears the dark apart.