Kinda, Sorta, Maybe, So… Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Accordingly
myth or mirth
him, or her; ' myrrh
and, or some frankincense
frankenstein, or happenstance
the ‘moon walk dance move'
the last chance "last call"
‘For Whom the Bell Tolls"
‘The Red Badge of Courage'
‘Babar, ' #12 deformed rebar?
What da phuuck was on my radar?
Radon, radium, radius, reddish, raddish
Bread Puds, Bat Shyte, Dynamite, Vegemite, Up Tight?
No… the corona' are not out of sight, or mind, or lungs!
Bigguns… Bubble Gum… Monster Cum… Gots ta git me some!
Sweet Surrender, Back up to the bumper baby, you swallow baby?
IAM kinda partial to load swallowers… especially the moaning kinds…
Do I have any seconds? I, cannot assume IAM alone in this twist…
Kinda natural ain't it… Slowly extracting that wad… wishy and
washy and lip licking naughty! And speaking of naughty… nice!
Love me some edible and crotchless panties! Phuuck! Plenty!
Yep, Old Cowboys' do sense that scent… Rocking Chairs on
front stoop airs… Gentleman ‘Gold' Jack and a Warm Guinness back?
Watching the top of some shapely female bottom politely shakin from
hogging on my Bakers Dozen! Phuuck Yea! Eyes wide opened, lips
soaked with pre-cum sticky and whatever! How much have I
herein digressed… Well past witching hours! "WE" used to
just be leaving the clubs heading to breakfast… now IAM
phuucking typing this! Solo is not the Schist! Where is "MY"
bevy of naked and willing female woffies now? Teasing and
pleasing clits? You guessed this also? Tossing Salads, Diving Muffs
Braiding that tuffy? What is up with the beads on the tongues?
If my tongue were that dozen and phat… "MY" face would
be gitting all kinds and sizes of rides! Chocolate Pride
Nubian Princes, Eastern Stars, Venus, and Charlotte
North Carolina, Purr-factions Vagina, Into Virginia
Open says "ME"! "Please Allow ME to introduce MYSELF! "
Let me backtrack here just a bit…
Accordingly, Myth or Mirth or Myrrh or Mathematics!
"Mike and the Mechanics"
"Mikey" pushing deep and slow in it!
Michael the Arch Angel slaying it!
Every Mother's daughter taking it!
When does a ‘Welsh Sundowner' begin?
1200 hours on Friday?
When does that ‘Welsh Sundowner' End?
1200 hours Monday?
Imagine getting bush licked and wacked and
crack packed and cum splashed and gently bathed
and massaged and raved and praised and pleasantly
teased, and perfectly pleased, and having; that smile
permanently eased over your places of special interest?
Calling all those luscious lower lips that are expressing
potent and powerful and pleasuring giving and receiving
okay… let us lower the bar a bit… All in a dream this is…
kinda, sorta, maybe, so…