CMLseries~ Fever Idol

They are rare; the Men of whom sensual Legends are made.
He is one. He is Legend.
He is a...
Crave Maker

“Fuckin’ concert hall’s been jumpin’ since mad early tonight
Jammed with chicks poured into clothes that are naked skin tight
And with a ‘love sick- love dick’ much more than willing nod
They’ll all throw themselves as lay offerings to the drips sex rock star god”

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He writhes and snakes;
stage serpent obsessed,
sex demon possessed
lewd exorcism’s chant
of fame, fortune
and fucking
alpha bet groin grinding god
some ‘x’ dropped backstage
to whet the whistle
{among other things meant to be blown}
rock stud’s leather crotch;
metal studded, all eyes welded
forms a blatant, ballsy ‘U’
He drops and gives ’em eight;
raunchy rock cock’s tease
pelvis pounding
pumping and humping
at a blonde piece of tail with
tits He could suck from here;
halter top- halting nada thing
as she releases the wild beasts
{double DD’s if they’re an A}
Another pole worshiper’s prayer
on tongue licked ‘fuck me’ lips;
purple streaked public and pubic
invitation to band’s tour bus bliss;
“You can have a taste of me now
and a feast for the road...”

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“Eeeeeeeeeasy, baby! Don’t be a pig!
Well... not at least right now
There’s plenty of me that you can slop
after third set’s encore bow”

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He performs His last fever
frenzied miracle of the night...
to heavy screaming air and
heavier creaming fair;
horny hot milk delivered
right to His stage crib rails;
tossed wet fantasy puddles
in slippery panty umbrellas;
the fuck fix drop of rock music history
by anything to bed Him junkies
for their overdosed cum coke lord
Damp panty pledges and
kinky kneeled and heeled offerings;
perverted tears still running down
slit lips puffed and pouting
He makes His final weapon’s thrust;
cunt wounds tickling the sobbing masses
and then - the third set’s letter ‘X’
His outstretched idol farewell stance
White light strobes’ haloed holy hell image
fading in stage surreal decadent fog as
banshee babes howl missed chances;
mourning; moaning; groaning
their sex fantasies’ dry death
until crave-filled dreams cum alive...

revived when He plays His next rock god gig

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A special thanks to My youngest daughter for clueing her ol’ mom in to some of the concert correct slang I used in the lead- in verse and right here...
You’re THE SHIT, Erin!!!