Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones Vagabonds Vol. 3 | Seite 38

The Big Horn
Edward W. L. Smith
I wrap my hands around it,
cool 'til my touch warms it up.
Spread my legs, take a firm stance,
weight pulling my neck and back.
Make it wet, and maintain it,
lest the smooth flow disappear.
Breathing harder and harder,
double tonguing gets applause.
I growl and my lips tingle.
I bite and I hear a squeal.
Going down low as I can,
I feel the vibrations grow.
The plangent tones and screaming
resonate in my pelvis.
Energy builds to climax,
then resolves into quiet.
I clean it, put it away,
and wait to perform again.
Evincing passion, this Big Horn,
B-flat tuning, tenor range.
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