em...
what do you get when you

mix an
eilidh barbour

   &
        a
   janice fiamengo?

more like:
robbie williams
  party like a russian

and nothing,
even remotely
related to
    gabriella climi's
sweet about me...

and that's certainly
not a dog *******'s
fetish
coming from
breeding a breed
of dog borrowing
from an alsatian
and a labrador...

   and just ever so
slightly not
wanting to invoke
a rottweiler...

   dobermann?
   1980s *** symbol...
and in all honesty?

  i'd never think up
cutting a rottweiler's
tail off...

come at me again...

what do you get
from mixing
a     eilidh barbour
   &
        a
   janice fiamengo?

o.k.,
i do have a soft-spot
for someone like
  a monica roccaforte...
(i used to date
a girl who reminded
me of her)...
aria giovanni:
****... used to date
a girl that reminded me
of her too...

esp. when the lights
were dimmed...

       now:
i'm all for ******* off
the ego that's a ****
that's the *******
in writing of
some 20th century
gay poet...

             well...
   that's what kissing a *******
for an hour does
to a man...
           just 2 hours prior
she was probably
entertaining
a sadist who'd choke her
and **** her till she'd
start spewing:
                         hurt me...

now the me,
the ***** and the ice cubes
stay...
              
i've come to realise:
everyone looks
like a mug
                      when looking
at himself in a c.c.t.v.
backfeed
in a supermarket
automated checkout...

yeah, that: i used
to be thin and pweetty...
     thank ****
i bypassed
the need to ingest
metaphorical viagara
pills for that:
perfect suntan and
toned amps and excesses
of limbs...

no latex no
***** *** noir scenes...
i'm almost thrilled,
but certainly tantalized
by having plebeian
pleasures:
kept intact by
  being repressed in
the form of:
      sorry...
i'm not in the queue
where
people forget the polite:
excuse me...
and barge...
             elbows first;

if only love was
like the sort of love
in eric clapton's:
wonderful tonight...

       two word ending:

texan cleavage:
sometimes i can't
tell apart
the pair of *******
from the ****
    of a whistling
                 ***-crack...

'ola templar chants
and a shrimp-sized-****-shiver
of a shiver...

          boy turned man
via the football supporters'
attire of a golf cap...

   fore!
yonder:
   while an eagle took
           a shy't(e).