I tap a Benson’s wilting ash proboscis into an empty
We’re at it two rabbits rabid, even though I’m a savage
She’s fit as jiu jitsu players before Abu Dhabi
Ass looking slappy in a tight black tracky
Interested solely in my dabbing bags, spiced baccy
Spiced rum bottle on the tressle
Label black kraken attacking a backheading vessel.
Riddle me this, if you didn’t want to tryst again
Why do I get calls midway through all this mayhem
Appalling background noise
Like voiceover for Mayhew take 2, OK Chewie
When she wants my pollutants she ends a message ‘Cutie’
Compose my refusal, find the right words on Google
Swords and shootings all cool, but mountains move
When the grimoire of grammar improves
Soon you’ll be ruling, having proved illusions true
Your pinky-ringed little finger that I’m wound round
Like you’re a purgala jamb and I’m a trained rose.
Room full of vapours and miasms like my go at alchemical gold
Bunting redolent her rufous pubis tapering to a buttery cunt
Duelled so many zoots my vision goes cubist
Thumb and wrist strained and soot-stained from slaying with shooters
This isn’t Hooters, full consent to plan manoeuvres
Like moving plastic troopers across a tabletop
Touching and turning like her bust was a Rubix
Her mouth present stowhold but I’m here to get my hole
Sparks flying like glass being blown
M. Night Shyamalan must have that on B Roll
Pulling apart your Marks and Sparks dressing gown
Gut hard as a frozen Barbie
Amount of noseprints on my carkeys
Kissing your midriff to get you started
This time I’ve gone too far
Heart rhythm black metal drumming, alarming harmful.
Alchemisland 
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