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Coconut Madness

Oh Hanna. 

The sinking of the USS Stefan wood. 

Oh Hanna 
I want to take you to Montana. 
We can camp out by the springs we will go and see the way oil is founding grounding and pounding digging deep I want to find the hidden Leak. 

When we find it we will cap it and I will unwrap it. Oh  Hanna you will blush and gush as I find the leak sticking my nose to it I gladly eat. 
With sighs and estatic cry’s you me  meet and greet pressure from down under that you feel in your feet. 

It’s going to be sweet being my muse that I also amuse under my long tent pole we sit like Indians and eat. I’m sure you are wondering if my goal is to get you between my sheets. 

With resistance you wonder why I approached you non discreet. 
It was your belly it was talking to me yelling at me saying slap me I’m yours to keep.
Here you wonder who is the one?  I proclaim loudly it is Eye. 
Not the one you wonder if after a couple will we still be a couple. 
But I’m not a plumber of plastic pipes but a welder of Masoretic rights but the glassy look of blue diamonds I see in your I. 
Finally you can see that when you look at me your pupils dilate a bit more you see. Is it fear or desire I want to see. 
This is my lewd poem of hints if you ask I may explain that the forces that be have given me for gathering panoply power over thee. 

I am a reincarnation of wild thoughts come to carry you off. 
With pure thoughts we meet and I carry you off far away to a place we can stay we will meet in the temple and I offer you a tickle of under the bones we greet and grind to we find a jewl thats too prized to be a tool.

 With my persuasive power I have been granted I slip into your mind and make you mine for a while.  Like a bowl of fruit I eat till it’s gone. 
Verbal intercourse and force.  
I slip into your room a Mazda car says vroom vroom and then boom. And boom ! Atomic apocalypse to all four Lips . 
growing  envy shrooms in wombs . Under bushes the thing goes and up and up but the forces of science don’t apply to it. What goes up can stay up all night till with wonder you have a fright. 

till it hits a spot then plop your medulla goes til milk flows I glow like thunder from down under under a cow I am every morning milking udders to make thick cheese rounds of wax dipped masses those cheese mounds wow my glasses. 

I must make and take a charcuterie board to my meeting when we where greeting on the boat. 
Row and row I do, cheer me on with those loud claps I am making your glutes take. 
By now you have discovered I want to milk your others. If you are you and I is i when we join together we will be three for only us to see. 
But this poem of me throwing you a very sensual party shall be read and faces shall get red and hot and bothered. 

The best pornographic films are not seen nor filmed but captured on dilated eyes for us and me  With 

glee you feel as I give you a thrill and reach inside and pull that thing out for only me to see. 
I swirl and swirl till you feel and let out a squeal that thing is red and I can see how excited you seem to me. 

Oh Hanna 
Yeild to me your mind and body to be like a wave in the ocean my ship shall float the pressure of the waves makes me tote that wood that long and strong to the cabin I’ve built for you. 

As I light it on fire to keep us warm a hand print you feel with pain that excites you grow a bit trite. 
We fight and fight but you don’t want to win as I pin you down then send you out in town to go to town with you grammar aside I go to town on you. 

 You feel a certain stress as I bless its to great you must smoke a cigarette the stress is high and we glide and glide. 
The oil slick is great as the ship has gone down in the sea. Hypersonic stealth missiles have hit the bow the explosion went boom oh wow and wow! 

 The cry’s of Terror felt like moans of pleasure to the angels who watch from a throne. 
It was like a cannon the thing of terror when the wood was brought out. 
A large black boat to float and float.
As critics would say it’s not the size of the dog in the fight but the fight in the dog the uss wood was armed to the teath. 

In a white cabin and black Captian sits a spanking the crew till they are red. Poking and grinding them into shape verbal abuse and humbling he makes them take. 

The crew was good they just need a coptian who could perform a capstand and grace the beach loud and proud and pull the booty out the sea as making love thee is like yanking boats out the sea. 

Down and down canals I glide. Panama and Suez I prowl coast for thee. 
Ahah I take the booty from thee. 
For I know because than thee I know better with fascism I stroke. 

I might tie up a prison in a rope. 
Conquistador conquest. 
Fill in the blank we yank and yank  we run the jewls from the secret shipping cabal. 
Till they find us wrapped in lust in a secret place we take and take up in the icey embrace we are drilled. You squeal and I further thrust. 
Till the hill bust. 
Dials and nipples on thee I grip till into the down under my bow slips 
Down you go to puff and blow until the  bow erupts and floods your ship with sticky oil fruits of contentious toil . 

The explosion grips your lips as my foot long from subway touches them lips.
It’s innuendo for thee I’m into.

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