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?
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
Long, freestyle comic relief. Not quite as naughty as (one might Think)