what's the difference
          between a sodomite,
and a gomorrahite?
   for one,
  oral *** with women isn't a "problem",
ask the bulgarian girls,
   ten quid extra on the already 110 for
an hour, and you're in,
   plus the *** crack...
could have been a gardener
adoring that floral *****...
                 instead?
       bit into a flesh pulversising
"replica"...
                        heard a moan,
jumped into a bath and
     allowed myself to be
drenched in ice cold water while
watching her *******...
           could have been a butcher
too...
              ******* ***** flowers
and all the bits in between...
     i like it rough
by lady gaga...
                 banging, doing
the korean moonwalk...
              shimmy... shimmy...
shim shimminy lost a shoe
               while cleaning chimneys...
and the **** i know
later became a doctor;
            his son?
                  a police officer...
                ****, need a napkin
to wash off all that slobbering...
         well, if a woman can be all
honest about her sexuality...
               *******?
        unless you're not jerking off
to a woman jerking herself off
while filming:
   you're watching terrible acting...
i call that the: geisthand technique...
       ghost hand...
             if only the dutch learned
of the english antics...
      ****,
        i wouldn't be found a mile away
from amsterdam / puerto rico...
                  they go there to smoke
****?!
          ****** ****** 'n' all...
i go there to feel
       unchained from
old granny regulations of
      gesticulating before a piece of art...
me? kneel before an utopian
transliteration?
                     misnomer:
replace that with ideas,
  replace that with images,
                 **** it, throw the atom trilogy
into it as it counts...
       proton, neutron &
the holy geist... - - - - - - - - -,
orbit, then no orbit, then
suddenly a cloud...
                sneezing...
                      an electron pops out.
i'm still ripe with
        breeding what eating out
a *******'s genitals feels like...
        no good on my behalf,
other than the extra 10 quid on top
of the 110 quid already paid for an hour,
and the ten on top paying
her "madame" (female ****)...
       but hey,
******* them felt more
comfortable having no
*******-******* dysfunction
over an hour not spent
on a date, in a restaurant...
       wee richie rich got the doughnut,
the candy floss, the hot air balloon,
the helium...
                      joking aside...
      we keep it slim and simple,
we ****, don't talk,
   and turn pigs into bacon...
    no?
                here: dress up in a niqab;
back in a minute:
  god, i'd love
to read poetry by a man who
worked
         in a slaughterhouse where
cows "moaned"...
                 it's almost like chatting
while brinding down baked
chicken bones and ******* out
the marrow...
           **** man...
   i gave her an ****** and 110 quid,
which means:
   the sort of money i wouldn't
have spent
     on anything other than
                             scottish perfumes!
seems i always preferred
the concept of *******,
                   rather than dating;
just get me to the 1 + 1 = 2
zenith,
         and then i'll tell you why
men climb everest.