stream of consciousness: pick a number between her legs and her thighs

i saw her just that one time, we connected for a second, when she beckoned, I, reckoned it was ON, like a DIME, that was turned into a 10, of new pennies for her thoughts which though she said she had plenty they could never be bought, i took this harsh but stood on guard such that i wouldn't be caught, i laughed it off cuz after all i'd score the clever retort: said, "every princess has a price, and every prince has a vice, and everything nice can be purchased, like sugar or spice." a wavered smile prefaced her chuckle, buckled knees held her thighs, i knew that time was of the essence, count my blessings, high five but fore-most on her mind: a number i could get in three tries, so she would be mine, and i's inclined to guess 69, and though i meant that figur-atively, she put her figure eight on me, and seven minutes later i saw heaven in her face and heavy breathing mist the place up, picture perfect, pierced her lace-up, missus squirming, words to say: none, sun was rising on her day's, horizon panorama's gaze, from fertile soils to crescent bays, no trouble toiled at all just play, -ful bubbles boiling from the sways, i'm rubbing oil in her olays, the lust was just carried away, the lust was just carried away, the lust just was carried away...