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Raúl Gómez Jattin

“ . . . Where the double sex sleeps”

The hen is the animal that has it hotter
Could it be because the cock doesn’t stick anything into it
Could it be because it’s too sexy and so ambitious that an egg fits into it
Could it be because it also likes to be fucked
The bad thing about it is that it shits on the rod
But that’s the coolest moment and orgasm is like a fever
Crazy! Super sex for my six years

In the dove it doesn’t go in    But it’s nice to excite it
and to become its friend and make it into
or rather the male pigeon a sacred sign of love
The one I name when it doesn’t hurt my cock
too much virgus  like a male pigeon but penetrable

The she-duck is impossible   The bitch doesn’t give in and bites
The sow runs away   The female cat: don’t even think about it
The sheep is fantastic   It remains still
The female goat in rut is delicious

I was forgetting the she-turkey   With sexual gaiety
she goes out to whore around in the street
Of all animals  the greatest is the turkey
All turkeys are gay   They hold it tight

Of course the she-donkey is tops in the feminine sex
but the mule sucks it  And the mare is among the best . . .

The cook does everything  She lifts up her skirt
and lifts you up to her pubis   She puts your hands
on her buttocks and fucks you in that bottomless swamp
of her wide-mouthed clumsy lechery

He who has fucked a young donkey knows
that per angostam viam there’s more contact and more pleasure
to enter with tenderness through where nature
apparently doesn’t expect it   But it receives it
with such jubilation as I know not in females

All that pure and clean sex is like love
between the world and oneself   That screwing
with everything beautifully penetrable   That thrusting into
even a banana tree   All of that makes you
the great screwer of an all-screwed universe
remembering Walt Whitman

Until you end up giving in to another male
For love   One that has it even narrower than the female dove’s

“ . . . Donde duerme el doble sexo”

“ . . . Donde duerme el doble sexo”

La gallina es el animal que lo tiene más caliente
Será porque el gallo no le mete nada   Será
porque es muy sexual y tan ambiciosa que le cabe un huevo
Será porque a ella también le gusta que uno se lo meta
Lo malo es que caga el palo
Pero es en el momento más bacano y el orgasmo es de fiebre
¡Loco! Supersexo a mis seis años

A la paloma no le cabe   Pero es lindo excitarla
y hacerse amigo de ella y hacer de ella  La paloma
o sea del palomo el signo sagrado del Amor
Aquel a quien nombro cuando no me duele en demasía
Virgo como un palomo pero penetrable

La pata es imposible    La perra no deja y muerde
La cerda sale corriendo  La gata ni pensarlo
Chévere la carnera   Se queda quieta
La chiva en celo es deliciosa

Se me olvidaba la pava   En la alegría sexual
sale la calle  como la perra  a putear
De las aves lo más bacano es el pavo
Todos los pavos son maricas   Lo aprietan

Claro que la burra es lo máximo del sexo femenino
pero la mula lo chupa y la yegua es de lo mejor
Pero . . .

La cocinera hace todo   De levanta la falda
y lo trepa a uno a su pubis   Te mete las manos
en las nalgas y te culea en esa ciénaga insondable
de su torpe lujuria de ancha boca

El que se ha comido un burro joven sabe
que per angostam viam hay más contacto y placer
de entrar con ternura por donde la naturaleza
aparentemente no lo espera   Pero que recibe
en un júbilo que no le conozco a la hembra

Todo ese sexo limpio y puro como el amor
entre el mundo y sí mismo   Ese culear con
todo lo hermosamente penetrable   Ese metérselo
hasta a una mata de plátano   Lo hace a uno
Gran culeador del universo todo culeado
Recordando a Walt Whitman

Hasta que termina uno por dárselo a otro varón
Por amor   Uno que lo tiene más chiquito que el palomo
Close

“ . . . Where the double sex sleeps”

The hen is the animal that has it hotter
Could it be because the cock doesn’t stick anything into it
Could it be because it’s too sexy and so ambitious that an egg fits into it
Could it be because it also likes to be fucked
The bad thing about it is that it shits on the rod
But that’s the coolest moment and orgasm is like a fever
Crazy! Super sex for my six years

In the dove it doesn’t go in    But it’s nice to excite it
and to become its friend and make it into
or rather the male pigeon a sacred sign of love
The one I name when it doesn’t hurt my cock
too much virgus  like a male pigeon but penetrable

The she-duck is impossible   The bitch doesn’t give in and bites
The sow runs away   The female cat: don’t even think about it
The sheep is fantastic   It remains still
The female goat in rut is delicious

I was forgetting the she-turkey   With sexual gaiety
she goes out to whore around in the street
Of all animals  the greatest is the turkey
All turkeys are gay   They hold it tight

Of course the she-donkey is tops in the feminine sex
but the mule sucks it  And the mare is among the best . . .

The cook does everything  She lifts up her skirt
and lifts you up to her pubis   She puts your hands
on her buttocks and fucks you in that bottomless swamp
of her wide-mouthed clumsy lechery

He who has fucked a young donkey knows
that per angostam viam there’s more contact and more pleasure
to enter with tenderness through where nature
apparently doesn’t expect it   But it receives it
with such jubilation as I know not in females

All that pure and clean sex is like love
between the world and oneself   That screwing
with everything beautifully penetrable   That thrusting into
even a banana tree   All of that makes you
the great screwer of an all-screwed universe
remembering Walt Whitman

Until you end up giving in to another male
For love   One that has it even narrower than the female dove’s

“ . . . Where the double sex sleeps”

The hen is the animal that has it hotter
Could it be because the cock doesn’t stick anything into it
Could it be because it’s too sexy and so ambitious that an egg fits into it
Could it be because it also likes to be fucked
The bad thing about it is that it shits on the rod
But that’s the coolest moment and orgasm is like a fever
Crazy! Super sex for my six years

In the dove it doesn’t go in    But it’s nice to excite it
and to become its friend and make it into
or rather the male pigeon a sacred sign of love
The one I name when it doesn’t hurt my cock
too much virgus  like a male pigeon but penetrable

The she-duck is impossible   The bitch doesn’t give in and bites
The sow runs away   The female cat: don’t even think about it
The sheep is fantastic   It remains still
The female goat in rut is delicious

I was forgetting the she-turkey   With sexual gaiety
she goes out to whore around in the street
Of all animals  the greatest is the turkey
All turkeys are gay   They hold it tight

Of course the she-donkey is tops in the feminine sex
but the mule sucks it  And the mare is among the best . . .

The cook does everything  She lifts up her skirt
and lifts you up to her pubis   She puts your hands
on her buttocks and fucks you in that bottomless swamp
of her wide-mouthed clumsy lechery

He who has fucked a young donkey knows
that per angostam viam there’s more contact and more pleasure
to enter with tenderness through where nature
apparently doesn’t expect it   But it receives it
with such jubilation as I know not in females

All that pure and clean sex is like love
between the world and oneself   That screwing
with everything beautifully penetrable   That thrusting into
even a banana tree   All of that makes you
the great screwer of an all-screwed universe
remembering Walt Whitman

Until you end up giving in to another male
For love   One that has it even narrower than the female dove’s
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