Poems ✍️
  07.09.2026
  26

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Odysseus

Drip drip, the cream falls on my lip.
Grunt grunt, it's dark inside the brunt.
Push, push, wild shadows near the tush.
Squeeze, squeeze, alveoli now wheeze.
Flood, flood, it feels like pleasant mud.
Numb gum, it's Sirens when we come.
Sink, sink, we'll end up in the drink.


  Sensuality ecstasy indulgence surrender

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