a curved pastry
like a prune danish
in a sway
a weaving kiss
anointed by a melting stick of butter,
pushed and puddled
deep and slow
the shape of a heart
with a hole in the middle
ooow dark fig
a comfort that sweetens with the grace of form
and pops like a trigger releasing a bullet
with eyes like erections
pants sticky wet
hot glue factory
for you love, my *** angel
red skin girl gaping
with circular yearning set in motion
tarnished petal mix meister
sinful hot house
for quaking tongue and lips,
a wild cherry *** kisser
spiked ***** blushing
lord of ****
solar ******* hero
flexed and oiled
to the rescue
a god send
triumphant and blessed
looks like a fast cigarette boat
hitting the speed bumps hard
she said yes please
nautilus of the black sea
not a through street
the ***** don't lie
and every word is a small miracle
in the water
exit into your water
Put you in duress,
the deviant disaster,
the master depravity,
the agender **** toy,
offered only carnal
distress for your innocence,
trash for your
(but I'm not wrong . am i // am i .)
grind grind grind grind grind
rust rust rust
Vacivity feels abstract, yet maims nether ends
Burgeoning to habitual like repeated ******
Overcoming this notion of occurring widdiful
By consummation within myself
Nulling unfurling wounds
Garbed in a crimson lagoon
The Marquis de Sade was dead keen on ******
And thought anyone who wasn't needed a lobotomy;
He ******* all his friends both from the back and the front
So on his gravestone they wrote, "Here lies a right ****".
This poem is dedicated to the memory of Admiral Albert "*****" Potter who displayed amazing bravery by wearing full drag through several major sea battles. He was cashiered for insisting the Admiralty rename his ship HMS Butch instead of HMS Fearless. In fact the vessel was eventually renamed HMS Damp **** because it was full of ******.
A life on the ocean wave, **!
In the olden days of sail
When England's ships were proud and brave
And their crews were very male.
The Captain stood upon his bridge
Looking smart and flash;
But below the decks, the orders were
*** and *** and the lash.
The bosun went to the main gunroom,
**** Deadeye at the ready;
Initiation time had come
For little midshipman Freddy.
"Strap him o'er that cannon, lads!"
Roared the hirsute fellow,
"Gag his mouth securely, lads,
In case he tries to bellow!"
The sailors did as he had bid -
Refused and they'd be punished -
And they knew their turn would come
After the bosun had finished.
The bosun went up the poor young lad
And soon was going strong;
Midshipman Fred looked rather pained -
The Bosun was THICK and LONG.
Then came the turn of the other men
And they set to with a will;
Little Fred could not say no
Until they'd had their fill.
What a life our sailors had then,
Always singing shanties;
When men were men and big and butch
And cabin boys wore silk *******.
A life on the ocean wave, **!
With the rolling sea and the spray.
Sinking the Frogs and murdering Wogs
Kept England's sailors so gay.
OLÉ! OLÉ! OLÉ! OLÉ! OLÉ! *OLÉ!
Yes, it's the fifth in the COUNT ORLOK series!
Ah! Sweet Death comes slowly
to my poor victims,
As I **** their lifeblood
through their gargling screams.
How I enjoy their cries
for mercy and compassion,
Just before I give them
eight inches up the ****.
CHORUS (Sung to the tune of "Rawhide")
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting,
Though the smell's disgusting
I'm evil beyond measure
And I gain my evil pleasure
Through rain and wind and weather,
My ****-splattered **** will never
Forget the pangs of pleasure
[Orlok wipes crap off vampiric **** and flies off,
the wnd whistling through his gaping zip.]
— The End —