Evoking My Winkle
A cause me not to repose this sunset,
In iteration, I speak of Insomnia,
Wench of my indulgent speaking,
Afflatus of my meandering scroll.
Shed light of peeking darkness,
Sensuality she touches my animus,
In kittenish correlation we compose,
Titillation of the stimulus.
Lyrical of praxis script murmur,
Cajoling ravenous lips searing,
Ribald in banter of rouse,
Awed in accord we twinkle.
Amorously reclined upon hassock,
Beautifying her reflection coquettish.
Un-stitched of clothing, au naturel
Evoking my winkle and bollocks.
Astute in my cantering prowess
And whittling stick paraphernalia,
Wiles of fellatio in her vivacity,
In iteration, I speak of Insomnia.
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