Historic Love

My dear Stefaniak,
Where's your clit?
The husband can'nae locate it.
He brandished shears and secateurs
Yet naught could overcome such fur!

He even tried to tame the fur
By off''ring sacrifices.
But the complex ploy had no avail
And failed like other devices.

One day whilst trooping through the forest
He came across a droplet.
Well, not a droplet more a pond
And a single hair of palest blond.
'What blasphemy is this?!' he cried,
'Stefaniak babes has told me lies!'
And so he took his life and died
Within that curly jungle.

Oblivious to her husbands demise,
Stefaniak rose up to her knees
Emitting a deep and throaty growl.
Up sprang a being so hideously foul
With hair that shone like winter Sun.
Slathering and salivating,
Bubbling and spraying,
Dribbling and splashing
Two became one.



This dedicated to Rozz! I totally blame her for my distorted mind ^_^
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