Flash

By Patrick Devine

A flame, a spark, a flash and hark!
Tis a wonder how you thunderously ignite me!
With a slam and a crash, a scream, and a bash,
There is no wonder what our sex life just might be.
Tis no wonder you are pregnant,
for our lovemaking was reverent.
And we worshipped so mightily together.
((When asked for definition of perverse and kinky,
I say chicken and you say feather.))

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