the ANus Thong

So the Anus song cycle ending  ~ iota coyote ring thrush the hushbush /lush to its tawny hoofs  ~. the special ass round as smooth the Mouth horus hoarse as the air  ~ pungent with breath of gods  ~.

Mona' fillybright scholar and on the hub of the lip her craning neck forward forward her stallions call harry! harry t heir horse bent panes


If every sex has a god she's this one. Witched by her blooming sakes.  Rounded by peace and violet morsel on the electronic morning . Salsa and pawl her hooked knee rotating cuff 

   ~  if this navy retreat fairs her banks she's prescient to her dolls and adoration   ~.
  Timid as clover rough as alabaster she's   ~ yes, there. As her two handed kiss gives everyday shape and fool of the effort . This beauty'd keep you busy    ~her long breasts and knocking knees and rafting legs a full meridan of gestures and pawing thigh to thigh in the window sill her adroit
adorning  ~ . 

Mona trundle turning the page o f her lap to lap tongue to mouth kiss Jill's held head clutching.   Jacky's furrowed between the prowling hands of his trouble lover   ~   Hissed by the love of her triple awned kiss  ~

as of

 Mona's heel is broken. Mona's heels are broken. she's lasted as  long as earthly powers can bring. Onion of sole and bawdy as the rutting. As the breeding mouths of .  If there's a way to  it she will. As reckoning  ~ and tramping splay legged  .At forty-five she knows what's good and bright as air to a tawny duck . A purple bird  extinguishing the flame of  well-dressed suitors. A suitor bowing before his au pair woman,a woman two benches down playing with herself, her kerchief and veil, and old fashioned black one,  tilted to one side of her dainty visage. Yellow along the warm wall hyacinth and glittering in their only stew gems, zircon,nipples, clattering the expectations and panting gasps of masturbating  men and boys. Trapped in . Not trapped,but ganged in? the homosocial trade off poor buggers with no mummy to fuck and suck them to sleep lulluaby baboes to Oedial suck my head to death. O death you farm yard chase. O chastened bull of the  bilious giant holding us back.

She      hefted a pole
Vaunted a garden
held a race

 Near the quiet of the quaint a hardly sound awoke   ~