“How I called you. This is the mute call
which within me has grown sweet awhile.
Now step after step into you I thrust allv and my semen climbs gladly like a child.
You primal peak of pleasure: suddenly well-nigh
breathless it leaps to your inner ridge.
O surrender yourself to feeling its pilgrimage;
for you’ll be hurled down when it waves on high.”

– The Seven Phallic Poems by Ranier Maria Rilke