Bantering with Octagons

slick dick in the rear
window of my 49 chevy
sleek
black
long
hard
slick dick of a car

right there behind me
eek!

frothy emanations of ecstatic numbness
make toothless widows shudder
can you think of terror on such a night?
would you want to?

debbiedillingergypsywitchgmangustysighjimi.......
onandonandonandonandon
magic octagons collide
and shiver
all for the joy of bantering

orgy anyone?
 
Dick dick a bo bick
banana fanna fo fick
lick lick my dick
Suck Dik!!! BWANA DIK!!!

My God, Madge... you voluptuous New York City slit...
Why didn't you tell me before?

I've got the thing you need
I am endowed beyound your wildest
Clearasil-spattered fantasies, oh oh oh..

Girls from all over the world
Love to write my name on the toilet walls
At the Whisky a Go Go
For I am Bwana Dik
I am Bwana Dik
Me Bwana Dik
Me Bwana Dik

My dick is a monster
Give me your heart

Bwana Dik is a legend
Enormous thou art!

My dick is a Harley
You kick it to start

When Bwana Dik speaks
The heavens will part

My dick is a dagger
I'll force it to fit
My dick is a reamer, Baby
To scream up your slit

Steam it! Ream it! cream it

(RIP Frank Zappa)
 
foundering
in the arms of an angel on the wing
through the night's
cold air
rise
bitter
thoughts
and loneliness

drifting
on a stream in a boat
december's chill
sending
floes
of ice
that bump
against the bow

falling
swiftly
downward
in the warm arms
of captive
passion's
lust

allegory sucks
 
Banana restraint churns like butterfly candle wax in the loving necessity of disbelieving earthquakes.
 
disbelief ancient energies flow
in a surge
as the breast queen simmers
to nibbling twats
and tarts
like the naughty child she is

wet nipples freeze on steel
as winds rise
and howl
crisping skin is tasty, no?
like chicken
only fresher
lighter of texture
and with no dark meat at all

hell is just a handspan away
like a nail
driven hard
and my cunt stings from its spanking
from the one who thinks she knows
 
touch me down under where the wet things are
searing exudates flow
heal me

on the lawn of heaven there lifts a dogma oft forgotten
of bitter better thoughtlessness
and a rag dipped in blood

sniff like a dog rolling pinheads on the parkway
grind your teeth
for there's no place like an anchor's doorway
and the taste is just awful
 
heavenly energies roll
through the night
swiftly slick
big BIG dick
my answer, perhaps... bananas
taste my touch
 
Tamarillo Brillo
Carolina hard core ecstacy
The Illinois enema bandit
Ms. Pinky to you
 
Words
words
Wordsworth
Sand and all that stuff
Stuff... everywhere
Sometimes there
Sometimes here
Here we are
Monkees
White Out
SKIDOO
What man is at ease in his Inn?
Get out.
Wide is the world and cold.
Get out.
Thou hast become an in-itiate.
Get out.
But thou canst not get out by the way thou camest in. The Way out is THE WAY.
Get out.
For OUT is Love and Wisdom and Power.
Get OUT.
If thou hast T already, first get UT.
Then get O.

23
 
23 blessing
23 kisses
23 hugs
23 dances
23 monkees
23 donkees
23 celebration
23 drinks
23 smiles

A smile
turns
up the
rest
of the
world.
 
I have reason to believe that you can't forbid Barbie dolls entry to Fred Flinstone. Besides, my Fairy Godmother told me I should never bathe while bantering with octagons.
 
Flightless ambling tubes of smiling donkey kisses. Spank me like a wet chicken with noodles for hair.
 
Beautiful, busty blonde bimbo Barbie broiled on the BBQ, basted by
bbq sauce under the brillaint ball of blazing brilliance.


Burn, Barbie burn you plastic unfantastic bitch.
 
cant think of anything clever

billions of blistering barnacles!!!

hi dilly, debiie and sigh!! this is the rstwhile rubymyst who is dumb nuff to forget the password
 
myst and mystic flow-way patterns
dancing brightly in my mind
glow, linger, singe, engage
then sing the night away

swallow if you dare
 
swallow gladling ostentatious one
bring fluid
moisten your throat

nevemind the taste
or texture
or warmth
or scent

elevate your sight to aggregate intuition
what else are we for?
 
sip life in small quantities
savour the texture , the smoothness..the
exquisite sweet bitterness

place a tear on the tip of your tongue


confucious says:
gluttony brings indigestion :)
 
sip slip anglin nonesuch
in the annals of origin, banal logic emerges in tornadic tranquility
life skills beckon
 
This is one of those "old threads" that needs a solid bump occasionally.

"Flightless ambling tubes of smiling donkey kisses" to all... :)
 
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