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Click hereLong-legged beauty,
Approached me from the stairs;
Her blue eyes blazing and burning
From beneath her blonde hair.
With my first stare, she gave me a scare,
I though she was dead, her skin was so fair.
But then, quick as the flick of a wrist,
Her hands went down her skirt.
The sweet smell of fish,
Reached my nostrils quite quick,
But which one was it:
Salmon, Grouper, or Trout?
Regardless of this,
One question please, Miss:
Which Crazy bastard let you out?
Out of the cage, with all of your rage,
Smelling peculiarly of Haddock;
Now whatever I say, in the sweet month of May,
I’d like to roll with you in the Paddock.
Roll and writhe, wiggle and dive,
Just like those of which you smell.
Yearning for release, your own private hell -
Or was that mine?
My belle dame sans merci
- Oops that last bit wasn’t written by me.
Forgive me, Keats, she’s all yours.
All yours with that musky scent,
O so reminiscent,
Of spent seconds long past;
Forever gone.
Et ainsi de suite.
Okay, I like this a lot. Yes, I did have some trouble with the fish. The fish was a bit amusing and made me a cringe a little. I don't know, but fish and erotica kind of smells funny.