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My Diction
I put my diction deep into her syntax.
So deep, her semicolon prolapsed.
She's silent on her period,
But my exclamation mark didn't want to hear it.
Then with my throbbing diction, I assaulted her assonance.
She cringed from the metaphor,
But my engorged irony wanted more
And she moaned for my delicious circumlocution, mouth wide open.
Her assonance agape, quivering and contracting, satisfied,
I entered her holy hyperbole with my deep dark thick epiphany;
Shattering her stream of consciousness, weak in her knees.
She switched positions and climbed on my erect motif,
I comes before E, but she came before me, and she came in a hurry.
Her sensual story ruined by my thickening plot twist;
Her climax reached a volcanic convulsing eruption.
Her pleasurable groaning put a confident simile on my face.
She rodeo hurricaned my conflict, coaxing my consonance to come out.
I pulled out my aching epiphany,
Shooting load after load of warm savory aphorisms
Into her open book of blessings.
She swallowed my knowledge
And became pregnant with my poetry.
So deep, her semicolon prolapsed.
She's silent on her period,
But my exclamation mark didn't want to hear it.
Then with my throbbing diction, I assaulted her assonance.
She cringed from the metaphor,
But my engorged irony wanted more
And she moaned for my delicious circumlocution, mouth wide open.
Her assonance agape, quivering and contracting, satisfied,
I entered her holy hyperbole with my deep dark thick epiphany;
Shattering her stream of consciousness, weak in her knees.
She switched positions and climbed on my erect motif,
I comes before E, but she came before me, and she came in a hurry.
Her sensual story ruined by my thickening plot twist;
Her climax reached a volcanic convulsing eruption.
Her pleasurable groaning put a confident simile on my face.
She rodeo hurricaned my conflict, coaxing my consonance to come out.
I pulled out my aching epiphany,
Shooting load after load of warm savory aphorisms
Into her open book of blessings.
She swallowed my knowledge
And became pregnant with my poetry.
Published 9th Sep 2014
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