Spacious vacuums of double entendres
Spacious vacuums of double entendres
And I (be)live in fantasies.
Circling spheres of (seph)erotic (ma)ladys.
Cut out from the cloth of qlippoth(ic) —
Nay! belay these, please.
Dear Madam, I’m Adam,
But back)(words in a palindrome —
I’m falling up instead.
From earth to moon to sun — holy (heave)n!,
My white head!
First, Abyss)mal treats for dog sin gods in dogs.
deifieD Kings between cats and frogs.
Babble on, sweet Babal(ON),
And loosen the fetters of this cage.
Un(leash) the wondering Beast
Of my lady’s suff(er) rage.
Mine Mercury hardens fast
With the taste of Thine Salt(y) kiss.
Gladly, I’ll suffer the greatest Sulphur
For Thy eternal Bliss.
Copyright © Lloyd J Bonds | Year Posted 2026
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