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erotic poetry, like Brigitte Bardot, lust is hard, more than spilled ink, poem, sonnet, splurges, submarine fuck-pad, worth these wages
They say virtue is its own reward. No.
Champagne tastes on beer budgets is a sin.
After all, if Brigitte Bardot can throw
orgies in her submarine fuck-pad then
so should I. I just need a submarine,
lots of love slaves and a sugar daddy
billionaire willing to make my obscene
dream real. Is that asking too much? Maybe
you think that I’m lowbrow since I value
both lust and the free market. Lust is hard
work, one worth these wages. If undersea
splurges are a special kind of virtue,
then maelstrom sex must be its own reward.
Let’s try it. We’ll cum with gale-force fury.