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POUSSE’-CAFÉ
The week now done,
On a beer stool I drool,
For Venus vehemence,
I salivate for salvation,
Sojourners limit; sweet temptation,
Eyes inhale souls, a vortex.
Boundless curves cry spandex.
Sanity, neigh; Carnivorous rapture,
Almond Tequila & pousse’-café.
Repunzal, let down your hair,
I wish to climb those mighty peaks,
Fertilize your credible gardens,
Burry my chin in Malta’s mounds,
Taste your salty seas,
Drain the marrow from yur spine
Till your eyelashes flutter,
Till you cry like a banshee,
Mona lika Lisa, squirm for a term.
C’mon prime the pump for youth’s eternal,
Let’s fill the void with primal essence
Till mitochondria fusses,
Till chemistry succumbs spontaneous combustion,
Till spasmodic contagions separate mind from matter.
The plethoric pinnacle; caveats crescendo, ya-da, ya-da
Hey Joe, You need a ride home dude?
Huh!
You just drank a fifth of tequila and big Betty said you’ve been undressing her with your eyes.
That’s big Betty.
All 350 lbs of her.
Oh Shit!
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Man, do it with a lime,
Will turn a two into a nine every time.
Great write.
~W~
Regis
MOre time to play!YOu sure have a fun way!
Great Poet you are by far....
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Lady Sheexooo
STay Positive!
Fee
Sage
You know tequila my husbands calls it tekillyou
Sooooooo funny I guess you should just drank beer!
Excellent sensual thoughts write
Brilliant write still laughing
Peace Love and Hugessss....Morning star
Georg