Wordy Word Ms.
“You are one word in my story. While I am the plot twist in yours”
How often does “this plot” invade your state of wonderment. For better or worse? Under your breath a mess of curses and or blessings past lessons tell me. Passed your lips. Unbeknownst to me till now so you think.
Currently just how many witches and or their voodoo doll caressing spell projecting Doctors. Where pushed by you to and over the brink. And now think and speak not well. But Ill of me.
Or have I you to thank for the hypothetical peanut gallery following with applause for me. If need be. Wanking me up inflating me. Into over evaluations of me as is the case for many third world currencies. And so as such my ego surely bound to burst its bubble.
Double troubled by speculation. Humbled fumbling thru this investigation. Inciting this derelict’s Impromptu dissertation.
“Oh Lucy! You have some splaining to do”
Don’t you? If Tit for Tat/L7 square fair this pair wish to remain in fact.
Surely you have no trouble expecting me. One who’s never neglecting a pens caressing. To not hesitate and waste much ink and no time in replying.
What one word are you implying? Miss Plot exemplifying defines who? In this screw turning. At least I’m enduring it favorably. And with a passion.
Unspoken coaxed. Stoked and soaking it in. Are you basking in all you’ve taxed of me? Sans asking thee. These answer’s I’ve come up with to tackle the aim of your brevity?
Never wishing yours truly miss hearing. The mortal lip service you let loose with into a dueling. I won’t stop immersing myself in your lyrical versing’s of perversion, unnerving and otherwise found if preferred. Or think to speak for you unless beguiled by some ghost that boasts of you.
So please excuse me now. As I do return with word of heaven your grace. First and foremost among hostesses.
For authoritative word on the subject of loveliest, lustiest, looniest, literarily invariably you are the last.