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(Continued from part one.) Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees, He soars and roars, in his physical might. His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you; Into joys and tears, in willing submission. Treat him not, to your portions of love. He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage. Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion, The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate. Dare not the wile witches’ craft; Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds, To burn in hate, love and desire, Forever and ever, in eternal penance. Spurn not his love for the unknown, With frivolous, eyewash camouflage. He watches behind the scenes, Your tremors in the curves and the lips; You innocent, blooming seductress, Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing: You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice. Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom. Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace? Ever seen Javed Jaffery the Tellywood, Bollywood Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you? Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon. Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie, Break dance in airs to the Eiffel Tower. Red herring you to the Spanish bulls. Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track. Con the Germans and the Japs. You, wonder android, generations ahead. (Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties, Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.) Take care you fool, Govinda could snare, Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s. Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream. Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game. Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields. Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon. Biotech you back into American laps, Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck. Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees, Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise. Dance away the foxes of your clan. Ultra culture, the real London breed. In knacks of, how to wink and blink. Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf, Run you goat! and don’t turn your head. He is the cool cat, really looking his English best. Flee, before the gambler, he is still there, Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s care. Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb. Floor you with his catwalk fun. Cradle you, to the American roost; Chickening out, not now KFC hen. He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.” In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope. (To be continues in part three.)

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Enchantress (Let Me Chisel Talk You) Part Two

(Continued from part one.) Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees, He soars and roars, in his physical might. His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you; Into joys and tears, in willing submission. Treat him not, to your portions of love. He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage. Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion, The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate. Dare not the wile witches’ craft; Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds, To burn in hate, love and desire, Forever and ever, in eternal penance. Spurn not his love for the unknown, With frivolous, eyewash camouflage. He watches behind the scenes, Your tremors in the curves and the lips; You innocent, blooming seductress, Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing: You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice. Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom. Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace? Ever seen Javed Jaffery the Tellywood, Bollywood Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you? Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon. Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie, Break dance in airs to the Eiffel Tower. Red herring you to the Spanish bulls. Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track. Con the Germans and the Japs. You, wonder android, generations ahead. (Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties, Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.) Take care you fool, Govinda could snare, Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s. Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream. Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game. Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields. Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon. Biotech you back into American laps, Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck. Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees, Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise. Dance away the foxes of your clan. Ultra culture, the real London breed. In knacks of, how to wink and blink. Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf, Run you goat! and don’t turn your head. He is the cool cat, really looking his English best. Flee, before the gambler, he is still there, Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s care. Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb. Floor you with his catwalk fun. Cradle you, to the American roost; Chickening out, not now KFC hen. He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.” In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope. (To be continues in part three.)