Our Fantastic Dinner

Swift is magnanimous
but tailored to the wind.
She squats on her gifts.
Her commitments rescind.
I don’t mean to be personal.
Ninety One when I squat.
But snap her garters and propel
her into orbit like a slingshot,
If I had her I’d squeeze her to bits.
Take her to my cot that’s never been made.
Savor my kiss in a hogtied crave.
She could cry her head off for my climax.
I’d make her eat with me then relax
on a crazy quilt comforter filled with tacks.
You see I can tell she’s quite inhibited.
A sweety pie who likes to be exhibited
A slice of lamb nice and tender.
Excuse me, I just returned from a bender.
There now, Pass the mint sauce.
Let’s dive in. You’re the boss!