mounds profounds
deep thoughts of your *******.
the big ones, the best ones
but never itty-bitties.

a handful, a mouthful
i love to touch.
all day, every day
is never too much.

pleading and pleading
don't tell me no.
pleasing and pleasing
rub fast and rub slow.

your *****, your bust
your ******, your ****.
the jiggling and wiggling
is always a treat.

your front, your fun-pillows
your melons, your chest.
the shaking and quaking
is always the best.

you are causing a tremor
an earthquake in my pants.
come a little closer
because mr. happy needs a chance.

I grew up here...

Then moved to Sin City that sophomore year
afterwards a whole new world
Navy at 19 returning to the pier...

fresh meat they use to say
graduate of the great lakes boot heels

that's history - here now a days new to me -
reacquaint with youth and city

~~~~~~~

Beach city by the cool sea
not so easy  city
not too busy, too ******, or greasy city,
to take your shirt off
to feel the breezy - city (i am)
curiously lost
exciteably exploring you
engorged
hard city  
different from my boyhood
memory
not so scary-big - city
with beaches
a great place to grow-up
kind of city

open bike rides on my schwinn
safely happy
suburb city

she's maturity now successfully
downtown
sophisticated city
evolved from understanding
rainbow
city of girls who can be
as manly and boys are as
pretty, gritty
city
of individuality

(like a quirky
cousin, *****, brotha, neice
with Cali.-valley speak! - city)

there's so much i want to see,
learn and believe in
this city,
i am a long lost twin city
just a baby,
friendly city, ******* your full *****
city
care for me daily

wish me luck a lotto city
even in my muck and ****** bitties
unconditionally cradling me with love
this city...

californicating sea world and zoos
old town wanderlust
You're in my blood and Carmen
cool city
this city by the beach
This city
that I love...

The last bark scares off the little kitties.
The full picture broke into little bitties’.
The horizon fell and crashed upon the cities.
The best friend of man is tired oh his cliche.
But feed him man does. Need him man does.
Him needs mans love. Man’s love needs him.
For he is without  sin while we try play to to win.
We are flawed, He is pawed and simple in step.
Oh the past! Is it tense?
Does the last laugh hold suspense.
Does the fat lady return home once she has sang above us?  
Push came and shoved us. God came down from above us.
But the dog lay still, breath soon did escape, never to return.  
I wonder if amongst this silly feeling I have a lesson to learn.

YOU BETTER **** EVERYBODY BEFORE THEY **** YOU FIRST even though ****** is illegal on Cebu Island. Beware of the social security death registry. It's over baby! Accept it. I'm making it with your sister even though she's witless, because I like her better than you after the surgery made your ill parts titless.

It rained on the night that we first had ****** ******* with a pan
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like some nice garbage man
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a crippled garbage man
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a princely garbage man
& I could feel your pancreas rise & fall like a loveless garbage man
You moaned like general George Washington a lot I guess when he
dazzled old bald John Adams in Martha's 1st term, first lady's dress

She is a perfect pear shape, with
Itty bitty bitties, a
Tantalizing tummy, along with
Thunderous thighs and the perfect
Itty bitty feet! However,
Her hindquarters were a rare treat.

Round where needed, with slight expansive hips. It was the small of her back that carved the way to
the show stopper, the chef’s kiss, the perfect silhouette. Hidden away deep undercover, only to be revealed when ready was the depth and cavernous small of her back.

I picked a pitch fork with a tinny tooth & a rearward claw in mortar
as blue ***** bitties suckle each other crawlin' across Trump's border
Woeful men ******* & drip drop a mal-menopause panoramical
whilst dancing atop Old Smokey through bluish goo, they lose their
new Zion ****** for Jew review by urologistical doctor Henry Woo
who farts up-wind when reamed marines ***-**** by, proud & few
on days when the ****** longin' of my twisted/torted chin shot blue
across the vague expanse of women whose lesbian antics timesed 2
when no nobodies was power-liftin' red skirts in Hindu Kathmandu