The whales, with their sleek shining bodies, bulging
And glistening in the watery light,
Drunk on the salt and aroused by the females,
Voluptuously lashing with their tails,
They dance in all the seven seas
Over which they rule;
From the polar seas, where they shiver with desire,
To the tropical currents, where they drift along lazily and powerless in their ready sweat,
And sometimes they roll in unbridled lust and passion.
Whales go to sleep like duchesses,
Lazily, bloated and breathing heavily they lie on their backs
In the immeasurable bed of the sea
Which rocks them.
When whales mate they lie heavily and proudly
On their bride,
And heave corpulently on the female as they kiss her,
With steamy hot breath; primitive power and pleasure.
The phallus swells as big as a man from their bellies
And they roar from the empty ballrooms
Of their lungs;
The blood throbs and pulses through their veins,
As they thrust into the warm, dark underbelly
Of the female's body,
Which shakes under them
To the rhythm of ocean waves.
They pump out their seed like volcanoes do their lava,
Stealthily, slowly and at length.
Oh! In all the seven seas, the bull whales are bulging
And happy, the females brimful, joyful and adulterous,
And together they dance in wide arcs,
Restlessly, in changing rhythms
And with great show of power and pride.
When whales dance, they sometimes embrace, casually, a fisherman
With their splendid cracking jaws.