Krazy, koo-koo goes my mind, as I spin on the taste of his tongue -
Intercoursed with the call of a chick-o-dee (minus Springtime dew and daffidols)
Someone, stop this madness! I’d be remiss to know the comings and goings -
So irrelevant to the krazy, koo-koo clucking that sprays my senses blind.
I close my eyes. Caramel! La! I bite at my tongue, frustrated that his is not
Near for more intercoursing. For a sword fight built on lust, drive
Greed. Swollen on koo-koo callings (I hear them now and close my ears).
Tony likes his nibbled on. I could purr to him in night dreams -
Or, stay awake, and fuck him with my mind. Undressing him; one by one
No! Two by two! (that’s better!) My scrambled mind runs blissful -
You’ve made me krazy koo-koo! “Kiss me, you fool!”
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