Alchemisland

She’s wanton, know she wants some

Everything I want, and then some, comes

To pass like I’m waving a wand at a henge, magecraft

Clothes, their sway and motion like a stagecraft.

My unwrapped johnson like a rafter

Size reference for every cock after.

No scope a block tough while laughing;

Enjoy doing what you have to.

From behind buffeting bushes glued, watched wade into her onsen nude,

Perusing her well-used shoes for a crumb of what revives youth.

Death Wish Bronson in unscuffed shoes, one dangerous motherfu’ncle.

You should be afraid to scuffle despite my duffle coat and jumper

King of dust ups, unafraid to jump you, lumps kicked out, don’t mean sugar

Dust off my admittedly musty Sugar Ray concussion makers to dust you

Bull parade forward sans brakes ’til you break like a promise drunkmade

Haymaker leave you in “unloading to shrink” pose unless you duck, mate.