OK here it is as promised, another one of our poems sparked by the Burlesque show at Rhizome's.
See previous post. He she's and let me see's.
PAUL wrote...
A Different Planet Body.
A Parody to: The Astronaughtys.
The female astronaughty left her lover,
lounging in a warm bath on Mars to explore a different planet.
She had read reports of such a place when she was but a girl,
and yearned to give it a whirl around the sun.
She had seen pictures of its pink surface,
and was entranced by its beauty,
and wondered if she would be granted,
a panted, patented petted, vetted, sweated entrance,
into the ways of the Planet of the Burlesque is more.
Leaving Mars far behind the times,
she jumped into hyperspace like lightning from Zeus' eyes,
crackling with energy to spend it in all one day.
She popped out of hyperspace,
like a champagne cork in the hands of a courtesan,
hovering over the pink and mauve clouded planet.
She left the mother ship in her shuttle,
to seek out the scuttle butt,
the straight skinny-dipping the cat's meow and pajamas,
on what gives all the way,
under the diaphanous shroud of the planet.
The shuttle landed like a spread eagle, eager for beaver tail,
to flail within an nine inch nail.
The lady astronaughty stepped from the shuttle,
and took off her helmet,
since her sensors told her the air here was refreshing.
It was night on this surface of the planet,
and the natives were restless,
within spitting distance she espied with her brown eye,
a trio of the aliens, engaged in some fertility rites,
two beating a driving wild rhythm on drums between their knees,
looking only at the other as if the drum was the other.
Before within the landscape of throb created by the percussion,
gyrated-x a dancer prancing and swaying,
her hair tied up in pig-tails,
interweaved with multi-colored ribbons,
her body barely clad in a black material which shined,
the dancer's body heaved like clouds being born,
her eyes dark as obsidian, her smile bright as a diamond,
she said to the astronaughty, “hello sexy,”
and in her high heels did a somersault,
away from the astronaughty flashing her split sex,
like a bolt of lightning.
The female astronaughty licked her lips lusciously,
the drumming humming a dinger, the dancer,
who told the astronaughty,
her name translated into your tongue means April Showers,
took her by the hand and they swirled together like cotton candy,
like a flock of starlings,
like a warm breeze through palm trees, spinning like tops off.
“You are new here,
and our planet must know you mean no harm,”
whispered April, like a gentle shower,
into the Astronaughtys ears.
“How do I clear my name?” She asked,
chest heaving like a surf on an Africa shore,
“you must let the whole planet see you share our customs,”
replied the dancer shash-saying.
“How” she asked confused,
letting her lead, the proof of the pudding is in the eating,
and we have a video link to all our world's playstations,
sighed the smiling dancer.
Ally the astronaughty quivered,
as the dancers meaning dawned on her like the sun,
“I yearn to learn,”
her heart racing like a cheetah on the edge of a dark continent.
With a robot camera floating above their heads,
transmitting every close-up image,
to the four corners of the Planet of the Burlesque,
April strip searched the astronaughty,
she left no stone unturned,
she uncovered every hidden a-gender-a,
as the drummers continued the beat themselves up.
When she was naked as a jay bird is long,
the dancer placed Ally on a work-out bench of sorts,
padded comfortably Ally lay on its Y shape,
her legs spread open.
April peeled off her dress like an orange,
letting her globes bounce free and clear,
dear to behold and hold on tight.
Ally could see the scene,
on a user-friendly-giant screen tv in her line of sight.
She held on tight,
for a jump into hyper space of a different kind.
April kneeled before Ally's altar,
altered state the obvious,
and massaged her thighs to the rhythm of the drums.
Ally could see on the tv April's mischievous face,
with a pussy-eating grin to get in hit, get on with it.
On the monitor she saw a close up of her yearning bush,
with April poised to strike like a snake up Ally's ladder,
April's tongue licked out like a fish to water,
attacking the problem head with bell's on.
Ally's cry echoed through the planet's playstation,
this alien was going native.
Her pigtails bobbing like Christmas ornaments,
April licked Ally's pussy like it was a giant stamp,
Ally grabbing the dancer's hair for dear life the fullest,
watched a close up of the tongues path,
on the giant screen tv.
The drums filled her ears,
as April filled her quim with vim to the brim,
with her variable tongue, stage 1, twister, sister-blisters.
April unfolded Ally's pussy as if it were a map,
to better improve her excellent sense of direction,
tracing with her fingers the highways and bi-way to the major city,
pretty in tickle her fancy pink centres of the earth woman.
April homed in on Ally's clit, with a sally, of precision,
guiding sweet-meat-heat-seeking-out-new-worlds missile,
to pucker up its fissile material to split,
don't know her from Adam's apple,
to set off a unchained reaction,
Ally squealing like a NASCAR peeling rubber,
screaming like a dentist's drill.
Ally see-sawed the picture on the tv,
of April kneeling between her naked thighs,
April's ass showing off,
her head pressed into Ally's snatch,
worshiping her like a ship about to sink,
in a monsoon of loony tune poon pooning, out go the lights.
Writhing like going down electric cables,
sweet April's tongue spun a tale of derriere-do-me
on in through, with within, without a doubt about it,
her satin soft face giving face, saving face,
showing Ally's best face foaming at the second mouth,
balling her tiger eyes put eat out.
The waves of pleasure radiating out of her,
like sunbeams on high,
April's tongue,
did a striped down to basics, clit tease out all the threads,
showing, getting off,
spinning arabesques whirli-whirli-gigidy-gig-girly-girly,
Ally screaming her head off.
April Showers lifted her power-fulfilling mouth,
from the astronaughtys pussy smiling,
and said, “I haven't had this much fun,
since captain Kirk blasted off.”
ALLY replied...
Going where no woman has gone before,
April brought her see-shore to see-shore,
a-washing the naughty-astronaughty with waves,
of glee in all she could see at her great divide.
Seeing her tongue slither like a snake,
inside her cave of wonders,
Ally nearly fainted as it played a tune,
and kept up with the beat of the drums.
Singing a song of sixpence, Ally’s voice rang out,
into the purple hues of the night sky,
sucking her clit she slid fingers in agin,
making her ache-quake-quiver and shake.
Ally’s voice was heavier in the thick air,
and she sounded off like a bull horn,
as she came in her rain of terror,
April showers had made her flowers bloom.
Laying dazed, amazed and crazed in her haze,
She felt a hot push in her bush, “Oh” she sighed,
“What wonderful creatures on this small planet,”
“A” sexual? Bisexual? A he-she she did see.
What a delightful surprise under-her-ware,
she rode her like a man never could or would,
feeling her engorged sex fuck-her-like-an-animal,
bucking up to meet each thrust with force.
Watching the screen, filling her katz-eyes till full,
oh what rapturous delight at this night,
such an amazing race dwelled in this place,
to never feel shame but allow the pleasures that be.
For all could see, and were amazed at her surprise,
“such a strange creature to be all woman and not both,
and oh what sounds she makes as pleasure peaks,
we must send for more of these wanton wonders.”
Fucking to the rhythm and pounding of the drums,
they beat fasted, faster, harder, harder, as did the two,
their bodies fit just right and as April came,
she just mewed and purred as she shuddered.
Licking her clean and helping her dress,
the astronaughty back in her suit so taut,
said her praise and thanks with a steamy kiss,
sucking her tongue with a farewell to the.
She arrived at her mother ship dizzy with delight,
set off for Mars to pull her lover from the bath,
to take he and her back down to earth,
for earth is by far the most earthy pleasure.
