Profane Stories

This poem is only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Her apple catchers hit the floorHis whanger splitting seamsA boff was on the cards tonight For this box of assorted creamsHer kitten noses hard and erectQuickly with one pullKojak’s roll neck soon retractedOn his hardened Kosher dillFizzing at the bungholeGood god now she was smittenHis hand slid over her beetle bonnetAnd spa...