Alchemisland

Licked pores, bud lessening

Six tours, would become veteran

Shortly after commencing my lessons

My erection commensurate with her mention

Big pours, cup testing

Breasting waves my pinions splayed; done nesting.

My eyes are Leicester red, like animal testing

At her breasts I fell and fed

Neck made for waltzing

Not for backturning whilst walking

Away. The house can go but the walled garden stays.

Wall hard days

Spent blazing lazily in rapt amazement

She wraps my gaff in red tape

So tight it tapers, might collapse

Line on the table, might kill that, eating them like tapirs eat ants

Underpants same colour as a snapped trap after a split rat

Split bag, we don’t spill the bag

When you stand it lifts your kilt to the vag

Dior sauvage, DG the bag, low key designer chic

Quality apparent in every piece. Swiss watch, she

Timely as German trains post-Reich

My her-postered eyes smoulder in Napoleonic exile

I live Neapolitan, I love metropolitan, no thin in this wallet

No tin, gold or silver the only tint appropriate. Match her glint

Map her clit. I’m challenging Amergin

I’m in her Spiderland, like Slint

Her silklike eiderdown. My love like lint

Ooops, no accidents.