may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
may i touch your tusch
as if i were george bush
yes she said
as his pinch bled
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
6 comments:
This seems to be personal. You're not quite old enough to pull this off. Manage that stress and you'll get there.
With these posts serving as the Abe Vigoda exoskeleton.
As usual, when it comes to TY poetry offerings, I look up the original in order to ascertain/asscertain the extent of the perversion, with the title for this one coming up at the ee site as "may I feel said he" (matching the first line) which is the heart of the matter as fun and befitting the current situation as the poem itself with or without the add on.
The title of next ee poem in the line-up, "i have found what you are like" fit as well.
Maybe Abe was a great lover....ya never know.
The whole question of who the great lovers are is fascinating. I guarantee it ain't Fabio. Danny DeVito more likely. It's a question of drive.
Mutual and/or separate agendas. Singularly and/or simultaneously realized.
I thought Vigoda had discovered the secret of perpetual old age. That's not so good as perpetual youth, but it beats death. He died n his sleep. Death caught him napping.
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