Around yonder corner near gnarly nook
Need engorges the gratuitous groin.
Behold the oracle adorned in gray –
Her face of blue and well-lighted display.
With emerald light slot and big-buttoned loin,
Foreplay begins as I’m read like a book.
In district red-lighted near dust of the sole
My member emerges from leather sheath
Its underside pin-striped ensuring the flow
Of magnetic seed so my lover will know
Just who I am and what lies underneath
The motive to plunge up my own rabbit hole
With manhood in hand and mind in a maze
Plastic penetrates mysterious hue.
Brief dialog ensues… then, let’s get it on.
We won’t be together ‘til the crack of dawn
So just for this moment we rendezvous.
How does one encounter this oddest of lays?