A harlot-hound

My penchant for woman and their intimacy

Is unconditional and indiscriminate.

It had blossomed before I blossomed

And hasn’t withered yet in my autumn.

I would instantly fall in love with

Every woman I come in contact with,

Their facial vibes and bosomy waves

Promising a pneumatic bliss,

With which to cuddle my erotic memories.

I would resign and feel myself in the extent

Of indefinitely unconsummated love

By longing, musing, pining and of bereavement.

Still I am better than a harlot-hound.

30.04.2006