Promiscuidad

It's all the same to me one breast or another.
It's all the same to me this penis or that one.
It's all the same to me vagina or scrotum.
It's all the same to me to have or not have.
Wild sex without vaseline,
sniffing pleasure through the stinking puddles
in corners, alleys, and abandoned houses, in ruins,
that hide unconfessable moans
of forbidden pleasure and sometimes aberrant.
Up, down, from behind and from the front.
Sucking bitter but exciting fluids,
and licking the sweat
between spasms of glory and pain
feeling that burning sting
that so much friction produces.
Entering and exiting in foreign bodies,
strangers, many lovers,
few friends, and above all, never the same.
It's all the same to me one breast or another.
It's all the same to me this penis or that one.
It's all the same to me vagina or scrotum.
It's all the same to me to have or not have.
Promiscuity.
We want it all!!!
Neither blessed viruses launched by the Pope,
nor horrible pustules make us give up.
If the body wants to mambo
give it more than it can digest.
Cyclopean orgasm! Good!
Heart attack climax! Good!
Abundant pleasure! Good!
And I'm never fed up! Good!
Living life in a state
of constant lust, here, there,
and everywhere, united, stuck,
interlaced in a mass
of shining bodies that moan
and shiver, revelry, orgy,
unrestrained, tempting fate
and enjoying big time always bare.
It's all the same to me one breast or another.
It's all the same to me this penis or that one.
It's all the same to me vagina or scrotum.
It's all the same to me to have or not have.
Promiscuity.
We want it all!!!