Ah. HA! Jesus_CHRIST Kicks ASS!

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Question: "Who do YOU want for XXX-mas?"

AH. . . Hem! What a temptation!
Now Ai will NEVER get to sleep,
You BAD little sheep!

Remember how in his “TIMEQUAKE”
Kurt Vonnegut introduced SATAN,
Distaff half of a divine dialectic,
Who foiled to Her Tight-ASSed,
Authoritarian, Celestial,
Pat Her Family-ASS GOD
STRAIGHT from the “Old Testament”
By slipping his confused creations an apple
Stuffed with naughty ideas
For relieving boredom and fears?

Well, now we're LOVING in
Her New Age of Acquire-ASS.
An ASS kicking see CUNT CUMMING
Is ORGASMING throughout
Our Literotica La La Land!

In this hour our Beast
Has rolled over at lust
Heisting Horny Heinie on High.
A New Sky Pilot will fly
You to realms beyond bygone dreams
When Coleridge toking opium pipe
Puffed smoky gossamer streams
Of Xana Du delight,
Crystal palaces bright
With lightness lithe,
A harem belly dancer's whirling dervish veils,
Spinning in time and warbling rhyme
In tune to delicate drumming
Accompanied by melodic humming
In a minor key, keening, crying, almost dying,
Swooping, seeking, waning, peaking, now low, now high,
Then sighing for that lovely derriere once rapt in air
While forlornly singing softly,
"In the silent shadows of dawn,
You'll search in vain for me,
BUTT I'll be gone.
The sweet soft pain of vision lost
Will haunt your mind,
Unwind your soul,
Send spiritless body
Back to light that bowl
Of your dream pipe
To suck in vain
Pale tasteless draughts
Of fading memories."
With this she stops.
Her last veil drops,
And all is gone.

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