Italy is by far the best circus in town!
Best costumes,
Scenery,
Refreshments…
Pretty good humor,
And music too…
As long as you don’t look for anything other than circus,
Like logic,
Honesty,
Honor,
Ambition,
Innovation,
Civilization,
Depth,
Integrity,
Consistency,
Equality,
Clarity,
Modernity,
Ingenuity,
Solidarity,
Generosity,
Empathy,
Sympathy,
Fidelity,
Spine,
Altruism,
Bravery,
Etc.,
You are bound to have an absolute blast here!
I can’t kiss or lick the sun,
But I can suck its soft drops,
Through the numerous nymph-filters,
Roaming and buzzing around me here,
In sweet Italian abundance…
Was invited to the party,
By a bi French smartie…
Chose the prettiest bud on the bush,
Plucked it,
Fucked it,
And was feeling kinda hearty…
I wrote a poem in her ass,
With my fingernails,
Corkscrew tongue,
And well-buttered cock…
I don’t think you’ll ever get to read it…
But I’m pretty sure she’ll never quite forget it…
You have a pussy,
And I have a dick…
Quite different…
Opposites perhaps…
Probably to keep things interesting…
Challenging…
Diverse…
Complicated…
But we also have identical assholes,
To remind us,
Perhaps,
Of just how much we have in common…
Toys don’t buy flowers,
Flatter,
Or profess eternal love;
They just penetrate,
Vibrate,
N’ get you off.
Sometimes you just gotta get fucked,
Squirt some juice,
Scratch the itch,
Moan like a bitch,
Cum like a bitch…
Just gotta get in there,
N’ with some tuggin’
And chuggin’
And pullin’
And fuckin’
And suckin’
And spinnin’
And flickin’
And yankin’
And spankin’
And crankin’
Pry loose a bit of bliss…
Just a bit of calm…
Tranquility…
Equilibrium…
Rest…
From the clenched teeth of constant tension,
And dizzying, squirming, dripping desire…
Nothing at all wrong with that!
Just please don’t tell me,
‘Ohhh, but for us it’s so much more than that!’
In response to the overwhelming emails,
And numerous attempts missing their mark,
I’d like to provide some guidance to my would-be groupies:
Firstly,
Be filthy and clean!
Filthy in mind and soul,
But sparkling clean in body!
Oiled.
Soaped and douched.
Sanded down.
Pedicured and manicured.
You can keep some hair –
No rules on that one.
Try to be female,
But if you’re a gorgeous effeminate male,
I may just fuck you,
Or let you blow me.
Age is irrelevant.
Mind over body,
If the body be clean!
The pretty,
Have privilege,
In direct proportion to their gifts,
Although my notion of ‘pretty’ may surprise you.
Learn some technique!
(Video tutorials coming soon…)
Ween yourself off of your music,
Just in case our tastes collide –
I will only listen to sounds I like!
Be ready to experiment.
Be ready to taste everything,
Involved with my being.
I can rough you up,
If you’d like,
But I won’t get too brutal.
Sorry!
And lest I forget,
Be certain to be clean!
Sparkling clean!
Yeah, I can enjoy the odd delicate handshake,
Or even some sweet conversation,
Or hot Tango,
Every now and again…
But nothing beats a bitch on her knees,
Offering herself to me,
Ass up,
Head & panties down,
And knees firmly together…
Yummy!
Tell me what you read,
And I’ll tell you how I’ll fuck you.
I sometimes fuck my bitches,
Like musicians use their instruments,
Making them emit sounds,
And rhythms,
That are pleasant to my ears…
