my spacious circular satin sheet bed

awl-writey then; here's how it goes:
Fate selects among names appearing in fuchsia
an' get tossed awl nekked in my threadcount bed
Rain checks and waivers hereby nullified, nope
in this jurisdiction we play joker-card trumps
then into this Carnal Volcano we'll go!

Note the sewn-down circumference
my colossal round bed, call it
The Hunger Gaming of the Shrew
or anywhich old movie likens to liking it hot
Prevented from escape, but feel free to evade
its time to spin that Fateful Wheel...

Bzzzzz-a-bzzz-bzz and clickety -Click-
which name would you guess haps first on the list?
yah Ruby Red Lipstick; a flick of Fate's finger; You In!
More buzz's and clicks as random insists
swipe three more Duchesses away from view
plus the Pizazz of Xanax Confederate Class
and oui, Mon' Amie's
one Pixie Dust Prodigy nearby in the woods
Next up Vestal Virgins League 'low the southern cross
plus a few hard-hitting Theta Babes who until now
ruled across all of CS and the Earth

By now ought to know who among be tossed in
this needlework crafty silk fabric of mine
And as Fate's has ever a task at hand
moves like the wind thru the pines and Opt_In's
oops there goes another misty eyed Miss

Gaining quick trust takes that special touch
enter King Neptune up from the abyss
dexterity of a warm-blooded siamese squid
Anterior suctions lining tentacles twenty
ribosomal genetic expression sequenced their entire length
knocks 'that one' off your bucket list, eh?
and concentrating further on my enclave niche

New discovery abounds in Old World Leather
spreads the toes like spokes on a wagon wheel
nixes last vestige of inhibition
pheremone imbalance in saying the least
Slather oil of musk with glycerine gel
violins' allegro increasing the fever
coil and writhe, intertwine and slip slide
avatars straight out paranormal
Nympholepsia gone clinically wild
to saturation breaks this impossible bed
Never again the collective sigh
having never had buttery noodles like this

awl writey then;
Either what's in your wallet, or
who's hoosier data now?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
Long, freestyle comic relief. Not quite as naughty as (one might Think)

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