All the thoughts and the images
they came with were variations of
the same, of those ancient yearnings
of flesh entering flesh to find release,
older than the first songs human lips
made to declare them, older than
the first words uttered about them
by beings still barely human; old
and primitive yearnings, feelings
as potent as when Ardipithecus
mated in its mosaic woods - all
he knew was he really wanted
those knickers off and let his
imagination fly, and in his
imagination they did fly.
05.08.2024
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