I am fucking to forget that I am dead

I am fucking to forget that I am dead

Or almost

And feel the soft wet flesh fill up with my expanding member

She looks at my eyes as if searching for something lost

Opens up her legs still wider

And is thrusting up her hips

To take me in,

The sheep that wandered off

Now running home to meet her.

 

She races towards me gulping air

And gasping

While I fall on her breast and suckle

Biting just a bit

The teat that offers up its juices,

The groans and grunts now growing

And mingling with my lowing

That changes into growling,

The hidden wolf emerging.

 

Her living hairy cunt encases

Me in gentle squeezing

And rhythmic pulsing

She reaches down her hand to help in milking,

The liquid now is boiling, bubbling.

It dribbles out when suddenly I pause.

Her eyes are dazed, like the doubtful cow at slaughter.

I thrust in hard and erupt in massive jets.

Her mouth dissolves, her legs go shudder, she grabs my back as if for purchase.

 

I am not spent but continue on in gentle probing

A primordial lake of sperm and female cum.

And now, my member grows again

To take up the room that’s offered

And yet again we moan and almost yell

Because this is the end of everything and its beginning.

I shrink to nothing taking in the world

And suddenly exploding spray it into her

To fill her full with stars.  Ex nihilo creavi.

 

Now side by side we stare up and get lost in the ceiling.

Is this the home that we were missing?

The grand finale when the world changes?

The wolf lies down with the lamb and does not eat it?

And I have certainly beaten my spear into something else.

But why can I still hear that ticking?

Something cold inches closer so we hug,

Yet we rise, two separate bodies, from the bed.

 

That night I dream I have a gene that reverses aging

And feel my hair regrowing,

My eyes unblurring

My muscles firming.

I wake with a bladder on the point of bursting.

I climb the stairs and go out into the black,

The sky spotted with white and sparkling droplets.

I feel the breeze pick up

And then let go my muscles

Pushing out with all my force.

 

I am alone in the dark and pissing as hard as I can against the wind.