Why is it so hard to cross a crowded bar sometimes?

Hey asshole, keep on glaring at me. I’ll seduce your wife arbitrarily! Let loose her leather tether meant for defying gravity. Unfairly make a videotape for charity. Distribute it like shareware for free.

Let the whole world see the rarity of the roar in me! This world wasn’t prepared for me. There’s nothing spare in me. I’ll twirl worlds of words in dustwhirls like gravity was a scarcity!

Enemy empires remain barren after my terror sprees. I won’t hold it in. I’ll scare you, spare you just to bury 3 generations of you on a whim! In the smirking race I’ll win…. because I will slice off your face by the end!

With patience and a smoking ace I will smote you in place like Bobby Drake awoke in a craze where the real chill lays waste to grazing glassy-faced fresh from the abasement-evasion steeple sheeple and calls it a play!

But descending past pretending like the faith unending in a glass ceiling… to remain right and tight, frightfully elastic, graphically outmatching with a rusty hatchet grabbing and set to gab for vice, grabbing the fight and nabbing to slice… undone when I slide like a Colombian necktie.. staying free in every spree like me the worst you’ll ever see coming is a murderous verse or three.

Ready up and relax. It may come stunning but it’s just early cursing for free!

And did I mention the shell is composed to discretion in unwell poses, kept under your noses, disclosed only in prose?

What did you chodes suppose I was talking, mocking about? Walking, chopping it up with your mom so proud? Like a starving siren from Zion who just … came… out?

It wasn’t indecent exposure our recent exploder but your by-the-by-bi mom and I were not popped ‘cause security cams were on… frequent rotors.

I’m sure of me and she’s set to reflect on self-respect past impurity. Sex is best when invested to last with clarity. Crass coquette etiquette I can forget in obscurity like a drunken frat clown on ecstasy.

But your mom was older, meaning our closer was bolder. A surreptitious bite and kiss. A quick squeeze of her hand in my fist… to transpose sooooft pantyhose… juxtaposed… with ruby red lipstick...

From where her blindfold slipped! Ensuring that I would most miss the wildest wish at the nippletip of her kinklist. Can’t avoid this when she kept the polaroid, a pro Mistress!