(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Before Breakfast

I will shun prophylactus as it must be the flesh
though you sneered at the cactus with its bristles so fresh.
You may fondle and smother all the parts of my boy
as there can't be another, Trojan horse, man of Troy!
Let me taste all your lava, and the sweat of your boobs
in the morn, over Java we may solve Rubik's Cubes.

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