Hefner Reminiscence

Lovely bunny couple

Oh, I reminisce

Of Hugh-style

Sexiness, a

Gentle kind of

Sexist-ness

Bulging with

Pumped-up

Tits,

Bleach-soaked blondes with

Child-style

“This-is-what-I-like”

Lists

And all those

Prepubescent-like

Hairlessness.

 

Oh, of Hefner I reminisce

Of reader-less text

But a stuck together

Lass;

She was my favorite

Though

But forgot to wipe her off

After I explode,

Oh no, but I wear his

Robe though

And miss him

So much mo.

 

 I’d like to call him dad though

Smothered with his

Gentlemen-ness, fuzzy tails,

And three tight little

Mistresses.

 

Sometimes I like fake shit

Because real is just

So real,

And when asked why he was such an

Ass, by a feminist

He said that he’d hope women would

Like his dream as much as

They are every man’s dream.

 

A dream that came from his broken heart,

When in youth

He was left with nothingness.

R.I.P. to Hefner’s Reminiscence

Now that sexual fantasy is

Political business.

Good Sex

Oh, yes to sex,

So salacious,

Sinful, sensational

Serpents seducing

Innocence, slithering

Tongues, exploring

Sacred, first-time mounds,

Succulent lips,

Never before kissed,

Stiff desire,

Hard, slippery,

Guessing what’s  

Cumming.

*** ***

Oh, yes, to sex,

Phallus, large,

Thrusting,

Humping,

Hoping,

Thrilling,

Of anticipation;

Orgasm

Of what cannot

Because sex’s sin, the snake says, creates life,

By the very desire within,

Ejaculation;

Good sex from good thoughts?

You’d need some medicine then.

It’s either doc, or

Please come visit me again

With your lewdest

Imagination.