Billet-doux Rendezvous


In strange and interesting ways


She loves me ...


Beautiful days!


She eats a hot dog in the sun


Without the hot


dewy bun.


Her nipples burst the silk


In parent curves


of milk.


With haute ecole, her O butt


Spurs my frotteur




French hose, French hose, French hose —


It knows


where it goes.


To faraway lands.


Look Ma!


No hands!


(I'd kill my father


if it wasn't


a bother.)


In laughing roux mayhem


At ten to two


a.m. —


A penis moist and deep


Is popping off


to sleep.