Using my guest pass at the “Literotica Hunt Club” I was knapping
Sated yet tired after a day of non-stop cultured queen bee mastering,
positively scornful of the sharooshed snivels from startled Sapphic protesting.
Aware my illustrated rumbled rollicks might lead to actions arresting,
the sororal Literotica preening classicistic queen bees peevishly resisting,
I classify them the tony members of “The Cunt Club” in narcissistically succeeding!