I came across this poem in a book named Deliver Us From Evil (page 518) by Tom Holland which I found hilarious. It is by the Earl of Rochester. O, that I could by any chemic art To sperm convert my spirit and my heart, That at one thrust I might my soul translate And in the womb myself regenerate! There steeped in lust nine months I would remain, Then boldly fuck my passage back again!
I wonder if women ever fantasize about converting their spirits and hearts into an egg, waiting for fertilization. lol jk Definitely a funny ass way to reincarnate