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Be blatantly sexual, open your legs and give me a hall pass before hunger drops my pancreas down my pant leg.Dionysius is playing rugby in my heart and groin continuously kicking, dribbling, lateral passing, tackling and doing the serum, interference and substitution are not permitted.
I saw a naked girl once and she was a lot prettier than those in Rubens and Michelangelo but she was Platonic so let us return to the girl-also-naked referred to in the opening statement:
Be blatantly sexual, open your legs, whenceforth I may lay a quilt of dirty cotton under her face, which is turned the other way, sliding it under blade under cheek under heel,
the rest hovering.
Turn underwater and kiss the chlorine, it cures cuts, moving forward along a leg a Venetian canal. Every ovary contains a million potential monsters but we're dealing with one specific, monster, her breasts spotted once every leap year breaking the surface of the Loch Ness on nights of the full moon.
But I've never been to Scotland, on blustery afternoons we lie atop a cow made of glass, plus sign and arrow intermingling,
I clasp my fingers together and sure hope the barrel don't burst while I go over Niagara pow splash.
