Ode to the Seduction Sisters
By H.J. Cruz
“Tis the search for passion that’s passionate,
While its attainment languishes”
Tip your hats to the AD pussycats!
One frisky, one wild
One part clown, the other, uptown,
A song of rapture within each capture,
So do come near an tickle your ear,
For posie to make a heart Cheer!
Was that a babe I heard cry?
Nope, just a pussycat wetting a thigh!
Now Southern comfort is for sippin,
Thirsty formalities undoubtedly skippin,
Weaned on peppers as a wee child,
What we find hot, she calls mild,
Swatting at balls with fantasy claws,
Fillin yur seat with incredulous heat,
Buckling knees in eternal strip tease.
So bottoms up, lickity split,
A rat-a-tat-tat for tit.
C’mon over for jus one drink,
You’ll stagger away with portions to shrink.
Brave men who languish to long,
Will leave with “the grin”, in only a thong!
“Oh’ nippus erectus, come infectus!”
Caligula (well, maybe)
“And then came La Belle”
Pardon the pun ;-)
The minerva of metaphors
Amidst fountains of whey
Potent potions on IV’s drip,
White fields of lily betwixt lingerie,
Silky seductions of mortal sway,
Flirtatious symbiosis, adjectives bled,
Feline verbal might- men loosing sight,
Anointing flesh, a quivering mesh,
Prick a prodding with roses a thorny,
Scabbard o’ velvet vermillion steel,
Felicities soul a’stretcheth the maypole,
See her now in the twilight,
Weaving dream catchers dipped in delight!
Hast thou seeketh the gandereth,
Whilst thou temp a goose of gold?