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Jan 2019
.i used to love women, i dated girls that resembled pornographic movie actresses... i used to love women... i once performed oral *** that resembled an oyster: "missing" salt & juices... once in a bath-tub on her period with a ******... 30 times in the face of a mirror within the framework of green "ivory"... 2 months of a relationship to dictate 20 years of my life... ****! much sooner to make charity of a dog's worth of a clarity of a leash... i still love women... whenever i visit my grandparents, i sit with her (my grandmother), solving crossword puzzles between 9am and 10am drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette or two... dozen or so prostitutes... does it matter?! i didn't bask in doing a glory-hole **** fest off a whim in: yes, that added "extra" F... who knew, who saw... who sowed.

and to explore the loss of reins
of a female sexuality:

i, chimp,
denigrated status
emblem,
am...

           less a chimp
in the eyes of a man,
than a man in the eyes
of a chimp,
in the eyes of: if man...

to the rights of a woman's
body: i too would have
chosen an alternative
in the "sexed up":
     handkerchief...

of a: glutton fizzed
'em up by the squirt's load of:
the materialism of
the inversion of *****:

i, man, ***** =
flush down the toilet...

i, woman, ovaries =
and the ***** that
touches them,
as much as a sneeze!

pregnant!

            mantis mama...
as man searched for much
longer in the cranium
of some: random ape...
what did woman do?
alienate the concensus
of:
          she didn't look
into the mammalian
aspect
to coincide with a motherhood...

female eroticism?
insect... reptile...

sorry...

             i am much too
a simple man to ask
for too a simple woman...
i didn't elaborate
on whether
   there was a "whether"
to exodus with
to focus on an in situ...

given:
was there any in situ
to begin with
that wasn't a Pandora's
variety of per se?

throw me a punch,
shove me into a stinking
sewer...
this is the least of
the most that i am grieving
in allowing to be:
substitute for...

                a magician's trick
of supposing a fakery
of gravity in the variety
of levitation...

i cuddle a cat to
sleep and think:
   this could,
and never will be...
a woman.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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