Masculinity

Slowly, sensually unbuttoning your shirt, fluttering: —Rebel in the summer-wind! … That tall, slender, rock-and-roll body of yours! Intimidating with your masculine arrogance; emanating that primal, voluptuous instinct of virility! Dominating with your presence the entire space, with that erect posture of yours! Strained muscles: like beating your chest, shouting: — I am strong, invincible! I can provide! —I can survive! Your supple fingers, apparently resting upon your hips; but, your heart nervously pumping beneath your skin; your blood carrying readily the pheromones, trying so hard to transmit your genetic material, in a frantic fear, as if you may disappear, as if Tomorrow is lost: — How alive you try to be, before your expiry date! … perspiring through every pore of your fermenting being, — eager for copulation! Your mortality moans and screams with each draining, depleting you of your essence— of your sacred energy! Thus, you die a little more with each ejaculation; naturally imparting the vital part of your being with any feminine beauty, willing to absorb— Your sexual vitality! Nevertheless, in the course of action, don't you know, you run the marathon to catch your own death? — You feel it in your marrow, for spreading your genes is the primal instinct of perpetuation: — While ecstatic in that orgasmic death, are you aware of being mortal? Are you aware of your mortality? Are you aware of how closely related to animals humans are? !