and at the end of this session, i'm going to gorge on homemade banana cake, and a glass of milk; hmm, so that's that.

hannah hallysem, chloe vevrier, rosalia verne, dakota skye, nadine jansen, milena d., katrina jade, alison tyler, sasha foxxx, noelle easton, shay fox, kourtney kane, aletta ocean, lexi belle, aria giovanni, maritza mendez, silvia loret, laura lion, ashley graham, latex lucy, alexis texas,  dana dearmond, abella danger, karmen karma, jezebelle bond, keisha grey, karmen grey, jelena jensen, carmen croft, aneta buena, ines cudna, ewa sonnet, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, karolina pliskova, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, rooney mara, claire forlani, kelley scarlett, malina may, amirah adara, phoenix marie, foxy di., kenya lust, kiera winters, christy mack, paige delight, faith nelson, darya klishina, sand morris, alysha newman, silvia saint, adele stephens, deven davis, ewa wyrwal, tanya song, synn wagner, christina lucci, hunter leigh, lynda leigh, gemma atkinson, mulani rivera, sarah harding...
        
   all those "expectations" mingling with a *babuska...
gotta have a babuska after a list like that...
      looks nice, doesn't it?
         see how honest other people can become...
      that's as honest as you're going to get:
i'm hardly an out-of-the-closet gay / intellectual...
and this is hardly the most desireds genetical "encyclopedia"
worth reciting...
      but at least there's no closet,
and certainly no skeleton in it...
  to be honest, i'd love to see a compendium of
a woman's favourite *****,
   oh sure, i can switch off...
    i just start thinking about cow *******
and milk sacks; not that hard;
  ugh... furr... itchy... stroking a cow is like
scratching your skin after the barbers...
milking a cow: ah... another subject
of investigation...
                        why do men not bother being
breast-fed, to out-compete the babe?
seems a shame to leave a vacuum for
capitalism to not investigate, don't you think?

jis shaks to tum dhoond rahe ** wo to hai mujhe na pata
par ye naam to mera hi hai lekin is 'mera' ka 'main' to laapataa
jab mujhme mai hi nahi hu to kise dhoond rahe ** tum?
kahi aisa to nahi ki hum dono ek hi shaks to dhoond rahe hai?
khair tum to bas ek naam dhoond rahe ** jo ki hazaro hai is jahan me
par mujhe jiska justuju hai wo ek hi hai is aalam me
kahi aisa to nahi ki mai bhi hazaro me hu is jahan me
khair hazar hone ka bhi kya fayda jab itne naayab ** ki kahi na mile
** sakta hai mai to hu kahi aur ye to mera zuban baat kar raha hai
kahi aisa to nahi ki jaha hu mai waha bhi mera zuban hi baat kar raha hai?
kis darya pe hu mojud wo to shayad kisiko na pata
kahi aisa to nahi mai hu hi nahi
ya phir bas mai hi hu aur sab jhooth
mai ye kisse baat kar raha hu kahi ye mai to nahi?
kahi ye dunya bas meri hi ek rup to nahi?
kahi ye nazm jo padh raha hai wo mai to nahi?
ya phir tum hi ** sach aur sab jhooth
phir ye nazm jo likh raha hai kahi ye tum to nahi?
phir ye janab e lafz mera kahi tumhara to nahi?
ya phir tum bhi ** hum bhi hai bas aapne aapne talash me
pata nahi kaha se gir gaye hum itni gehri talab me
kahi aalam e akbar ye to nahi?
kahi jannat-jahannaum ye to nahi?
kahi hum to khuda nahi ?
kahi khuda to hum nahi?
kahi ye to ek sapna nahi?
khair agar hai bhi to hume kya
hum maut ke intejaar me shab o roz
kahi aisa to nahi ki shab bhi hum  aur roz bhi hum hai?
dantte hai ye log ki, ae 'Aarib' ye kya pagal-pan hai?
shayad aisa na ** ki wo log bhi hum hai
zindagi to bas intejaar hai maut ka
kahi aisa to nahi ki zindagi bhi hum aur maut bhi hum hai?

I (a youthful sexagenarian)
can no longer quip being
a country boy at heart,
but me as urban cowboy,
I declare would never
so fuhgeddaboudit dear reader
nothing 'cept bucolic existence
laboring organic garden
harvesting fruits and vegetables
by the bushel and quart
constitute an appropriate start.

Don't get me wrong;
Every cell comprising
body electric of mine,
would yearn to prolong
and relish those bygone salad days,
whereat (R)oute (D)elivery #2 Level Road
also known as "Glen Elm"
or hundred acre wood,
when Mister Leiper and family
originally owned vast estate
(turn of twentieth century)
once awash, flush, and plush
with webbed wide world

analogous to miniature Hindu Kush;
one of the great watersheds of Central Asia
forming part of vast Alpine zone
that stretches across Eurasia east to west;
and runs northeast to southwest;
and divides valley of the Amu Darya
(the ancient Oxus River)
to the north from
Indus River valley to the south.

Rather than complain about mein kampf
and hard times,
which ain't no Christmas Carol,
fraught with the battle of life
amidst great expectations,
yours truly much prefers
crafting poetic verses
precariously perched on edge of chair
clicking Macbook Pro keyboard;
Every now and again taking stretch
to access excellent outlook
from powerfully pointed bedroom window.

Thus yours truly doth
poetically lightly kvetch
or tease out commonplace natural phenomena
nevertheless unremarkable flora and fauna,
or maybe even a dog
and her/his owner playing fetch.

His immediate observation when peering out
rectangular pane (more long than wide) of glass
constitutes plethora of dandelions
populates the greensward;
said wildflower proliferated nearly overnight,
cuz smattering yesterdays ago
Taraxacum officinale, the German "lowenzahn"
(which means "lion's tooth"),
and French "pissenlit"
Ligules the yellow “petals” of dandelion flower
carpeted the lawn, and quickly regenerated
soon after landscaping crew cut the grass.

A dandelion seed is the plant's mature fruit,
known as a cypsela to botanists,
and its parachute-like structure
known as a pappus.

The pappus develops
as calyx of each floret dries and matures.

There are usually 150-200 seeds per flower
and up to 10 flowers per plant.

Seeds can be dispersed long distances
by wind because they move in updrafts,
yet upon making landfall
scant number squarely take root.