Outlandish Ways

Outlandish ways

Gosh, don't I crickle
when you tickle my triple zipple,
letting a trickle of sticklish whipple
beezle off your freckled prickle
onto my wobbly wickle.

When your jingy is all a-bongle,
believe me, I go nearly mongle!

Stan Sýkora, Arese, Maggio 1997

To Cindy, a friend of my sister,
who appreciated You breathed like an Angel.

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