~Come Sweet Libertine Hither ~

[Stanley Brown]

Blonde hair so fair, blue eye betwitching, with sweet lustful grin,
Long painted nails like vampire teeth, all tempting me to sin,
`pon throat of marble thy venous words, whispered through scarlet lips,
Sweet libertine, my sensual queen, possessor of plump hips,
I yield to thee unequivocally, temptations chariot we’ll violate,
In passions name my loins inflame, thy waiting body I'll desecrate,
My mighty fireballs, let me lend them to thy being,
Those porcelain hands grasping my parts, believing is seeing,
Erasing time in a dance of gaiety, a wild cha-cha of rampant desire,
O how we twain writhing souls melt in rhapsodic emotions fire,
Thou art my erotic queen, thou banish all my puny inhibitions,
And out of my pants I do attempt to burst freely widdershins,
Who carest what the time may be, let me towards thy vent
And in ecstasy let my love flow free, until all my tide is spent.

Thank you - Stanley.

[Daphne]

Totally staggering, Stanley. How do you manage it? This reminds me of another dreadful writer called Mikle Pubes.

[Stanley Brown]

I am not certain I follow you, dear lady...

[Barry Hodges, Bard of Gosforth]

I laughed like a drain at this.

[Daphne]

We haven't heard from Stanley for some time. Maybe he has passed on to the great talentless one in the sky?