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A Happy Halloween  

QuiteKindMind 38M
3 posts
10/17/2020 7:55 am
A Happy Halloween


Settle yourself in for the creepiest of tale
Told in a manner that’d cause a real poet to pale.

Of a story so strange it feels like a dream
Yet told using that of a ’s rhyme scheme.

Long, long ago — a few weeks at best —
An old crone hatched a plan of utter deviousness.

Into the cauldron she tossed eye of newt
Which is always the first ingredient (and tasty to boot)

Next: an odd duck, in went a stick of Old Spice
Then 4 different kinds of white and brown rice.

To top it off, she dunked with a flare,
A pare of lace panties. Yes. Underwear.

With a clap of thunder, those panties did soar
seek out the closest and most vile of stores.

Into the Mall flew the dangerous lace design,
And into a shop so cool you can’t read the sign.

It nestled down deep in a cozy panty bin
Where it slept until in came a woman quite trim,

Looking for a gift of sexiness to share
She did randomly chose the cursed underwear.

These underwear would, at inopportune times
Cause their poor wearer to enter the horniest of minds

An example: waiting in line at a local grocery.
Or: chatting with your elderly parents socially.

They would glow dark eldritch purple, then activate
And suddenly, without warning, the need to masturbate.

To some it’s a curse, to another a blessing,
The lover of the panty-clad would be kept constantly guessing.

Sex during shopping, sex in the hall.
Sex during political commercials or after a fall.

A splurge during a briss, yet again at a funeral.
A roll in the hay after a meeting of energy, renewable.

That lace did cause quite the sore parts,
But nary a complaint came from the young-ish upstarts.

Well, that is, until the panties gave up the ghost
During an especially strong hand from its now-willing host.

The cursed panties ended up ripping to shreds!
Leaving the lovers stranded in some<b> strangers </font></b>bed.

Lust, now all gone, they stumbled away,
Messy, barely dressed, they left the chalet.

The horror now comes: their sex drives then died.
And the lovers lost passion for random fun-rides.

So remember, dear readers, to enjoy each second.
And have sex whenever your drive dost beckon.

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