a study toward sonnet #454 by FisherKingKQJ
My girlfriend thinks I don't give a stuff,
As gigolo I should angle to be the best,
Two hundred bucks an hour is not enough,
She pouts and crosses her arms on her chest.
Some baby oil massage precedes love fest
When married and cute, she's easy peasy,
I'll even sodomise for client's request,
Though hideous women make me uneasy.
I'll flatter a skin tone, else talk sleazy,
I'll mechanically pound her her root,
I'll shout an orgasm, and then smile cheesy,
The moment savour - in and out for loot.
When I'm puffed out, flaccid and moribund,
There's my guaranteed moneyback refund.
When I'm puffed out, flaccid and moribund.
When I'm puffed out, flaccid and stagnant.
When I'm puffed out, flaccid and weak.
[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]