Deeper she goes in to a sleep so down again she never seems to wake up |
Kiss Her in Spring prose for lovers Thin slim trim that’s how the ladies like to look Skim stim string ding ring ting ping a pong tong wrong tom tom Forthright is how she travels Never revealing face or legs For if these parts were exposed Hell might go to Heaven Holler breathe steamy coming up to Christ where does she go? Down the drone ball of wayward dragons coughing out the flames of their home in the slime lime mine-hole Holler breathe steamy coming up to see who is here Snake’s eyes pierce her retinal glance Goa boa constrictor coming from the middle of the earth Drake flake out snake’s eyes toggle your mind set all filled with garbage bags and helping hands Ladies from the upper crust of her den in hollow ground Dearth hearth fire is hell’s way of telling you ‘be aware of daggers’ Blue black us and then younger and sweeter innocence has made its dream Bold turning on its axis Sexual beasts exist in strife fife life rife is its incestuous hold on Satre and Delius Froth fumes frighten the pire’s open firey night of debauchery Let us go then, you and I When the evening is spread out Against the… Sir J. ALFRED PRUFOCK WAS HERE |