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 ?
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