Alchemisland

Running rates trading posts would go crazy for

Pedometer gains daily equivalent to four restless postmen’s range

Smoking haze by acre, through societal change, post-dem USA

Reading tracts of Rabelais and it makes more sense than Reddit takes.

Got chambermaids, chambered eights

Chambers made stately by shameful eighths

Chambers made up, for anyone who wants to stay

Bed comes with chains, dainty playthings, strange array

Of pleasure rods in strange shapes, like printed spills.

Velvet drapes

Chamber music played as I drilled you like a nail

Into the rude Turk’s turban band, at the behest of Lord Wallachia.

Lurid, tawdry relations, cosplaying as relations

We’ve agreed: no shame, no shade, no paper trail or video tapes.

Stamina, so no breaks

Courtesy of earlier, fatigue-arrayed parade days

The quilt I would soon stain

Wrinkled like a maven’s carapace

Her stilted breaths, her beaded carriage

Her Spanish hair sweatslick swept back, glistening bryl-like.

Jilted bliss stymied. In to the hilt, stifled a cry.

Perfect timing.

Her hair void silk

Raven primered maze of suffocating climbers

Served to elevate her face’s middleset features

Some fair, fey middle sex, fairly vexing.

So she lay with me

Delecting my sex, she who implied herself selective

Parted her legs and, though I had begged, considered myself elect

Accordingly acted as one tactless

The thing’s root was hacked

Thankless and with ne’ry an epilogue. My soundings resounded shallow.

I was never that tale’s protagonist

I was to be a pragmatist in the shadows.