Monday, January 14, 2013

Innuendo Breeds Fantasy.

Innuendo Breeds Fantasy.






Take me, seriously.
No holes barred,
Shower me with golden rain,
Let me come for you again.
If my mind's a sewer,
Impale me, on a meaty skewer,
No other way could be truer,
Or sense of provocation bluer.
Strip me of all I hide,
Lay me roughly on my side,
Show me how to open wide,
Beneath a glory that will ride,
Sometimes, on full view,
Others buried deep inside.
Cavort about and wriggle,
Taut the surface now I fiddle,
Coveting all, including middle,
Have you learnt,
From this inane bent over riddle ?