Onan's Dreams Poem by Lev Brekhman

Onan's Dreams



One day, she will, she will...
She'll know all my love.
For now - sperm a-spills,
And stars look from above.
She'll be so kind to me,
Her loins like honey-dew.
Oh... my hand is too bitumeny,
Though this is just a preview.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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