Now the time came he always most hated;
He’d fucked her, his penis deflated.
He’d get hard again,
Fuck some more, but till then,
What to do with her now, while he waited?
Tag: existentialism
Libidinous angst
She woke up, panting, coming, hot, screaming!
Alone! Had she only been dreaming?
No something more literal!
Visceral! Clitoral!
Living, and being, not seeming!
Being there
Said Camus “Fucking’s all existential.
The act, in itself, the essential!”
“And love?” she insists,
“When one’s loved one exists!
As for fucking, it’s just providential!”
Albert Camus
Sadly, Albert Camus, confidentially,
Didn’t live life existentially.
Sex, in a word,
He found rather absurd,
But still better than no sex, essentially.