Vivacious little Island Girl, let's get together!
The rumormongering strict senile seniors
Are all of them worth maybe one single cent.
How many suns there are, setting and rising.
For us, comes one day when our brief sunlight sets,
Then there's forevermore one night of sleeping.
Give me kisses a thousand, and then a hundred,
One thousand more give, then twice more a hundred,
One further thousand give, then one more hundred,
Then when we've made many more thousand kisses,
We'll just bungle their order past knowing.
That way no wicked folk ever will notice
Or figure we've got so much kissing between us.
Sugar baby, precious heart,
Scrumptuous dish, you luscious tart,
Please ask me home to take a nap,
And keep me all day in your lap.
Be sure your porch is all locked up,
And don't go out and get knocked up.
Just stay at home, we'll make the news,
Performing nine successive screws.
So if you want me, tell me now,
I've lunched, my cock's a frikkin' ship's prow, see,
It's bursting through my clothes, and how!
Poem 32, the first to be completed, was posted 12/30/2009.
This page was last updated 9/1/2010.