Oh , What A Night ! ( A Steampunk Erotic Tale )

He Checked His Chronometer On His Way To Her  
   
His Jammie Jammie Of All The Jammies ,    
   
Singing His Gothic Hymns Loaded On Opium    
   
Scented With Labdunum ,    
   
Like Some Thoroughbred , Ready To Make A Mash ,    
   
Fawney In Garret , Not Ready For Any Game    
   
Of Get The Mitten , Yet Just The Same , Ready , Steady    
   
To Be Hammered For Life , Strife Be Damned ,    
   
He Was Ready To Be Held A Candle To Any Other ,    
   
Who Wanted Her , And To Knock Galley West To Any    
   
Who Challenged His Right , He Had His Lay , As He    
   
Was An Expert In The Victorian Art Of Making Love ,    
   
Or Courting A Lady Of Elegance , Diving For Pearls    
   
A Specialty , In Tongue Twisting Fealty Before  He    
   
Invaded Her Nancy , Buggering Her Until She Cried    
   
His Name , His Monniker , He Was The Captain Of    
   
His Nemmo , Claiming Devotion To His Nebuchadnezzar ,    
   
Until She Saw The Stars In The Aether Of Worlds , She    
   
Was No Nickey Lass , And Knew He Was Not On The Shoot    
   
Or One To Pass The Buck , He Was Of High Water ,    
   
And Did Not Just Play To Some Gallery , To Plunder Her Pogue ,    
   
Like A Pox On Her Innards , She Never Had To Tell Him    
   
To Pull In His Horns , Or Desist From Some Dastardly Behavior ,    
   
Nor Was He A Racketeer Of Her Emotions , Yet He Reamed    
   
Her Well In Ruffles , Her Petticoats Hoisted And Gathered    
   
At Her Waist And Corset Ripped And Rended , After Giving Her    
   
St. Peters Needle With His Cat 'O Nine Tails , And Buggy Whip    
   
His Cane , Or Switch , As He Knew She Had An Itch For Pain    
   
And He Was A Screwsman Well Versed In Picking Her Locket    
   
And If He Delayed In His Task She Told Him To Give Up The Gun    
   
Or Get On With It , Or Skedaddle Because He Was Shooting    
   
His Mouth Off , Just Another On The Randy For Her Love ,    
   
Some Sex Sharp Or Shavetail , Some Shirkster In The Art    
   
Of Love Or Romance , Not One To Stand The Gaff Of Her Teasing ,    
   
Or Take French Leave After Addressing Her Rear View In Her Mirror ,    
   
So Toffed , As He Ever Was , He Took Her To The Cabaret ,    
   
To Beat The Dutch , Then To The Circus At The End Of The World ,    
   
And Woke Up , Next To Her , Her Long Hair Splayed Across Her    
   
Weeping Willow , After He Told Her To Wind Up And He Took Her Home !    
   
   
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agA7ITuJn6k    
   
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTSxJcH7h7c

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