The Black Widow says: "Assemble Avengers!"

[NaokoSmith]

Spent, his quiver empty, hers full,
Hal extracts arrow from Natalia's wound,
which now bleeds a milky white.
"It's the tights, right?" he quips.
"Chicks love the tights..." And with
quick kiss, wry smile, Hal departs,
seeking a bird of another feather...

Black Widow lies back, licking lips
"Well that was fun," she murmurs,
"I wonder who's coming for dinner."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"I'll suck your barquette de marron,"
Peggy suggests, "but cucumber sandwich first."

"Much too dry without a spread,"
opines Captain. Hands part Peggy's gams,
and America's curcubit swells to become
sandwiched 'tween white slices of thigh.

 

[NaokoSmith]

"Much too dry without a spread,"
opines Captain. Hands part Peggy's gams,
and America's curcubit swells to become
sandwiched 'tween white slices of thigh.

"Your vegetable love is growing vast,"
Peggy spreads legs with maidenly blush.
"Shall I just lie back and
Think of neo-colonial imperialist free trade?
Talk dirty socialism to me, Steve,"
she begs in an ashamed whisper.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"Your vegetable love is growing vast,"
Peggy spreads legs with maidenly blush.
"Shall I just lie back and
Think of neo-colonial imperialist free trade?
Talk dirty socialism to me, Steve,"
she begs in an ashamed whisper.

"The more inclined to the left,
the more inclined to the supine,"
Whispers Steve, as his eyes wander
from maidenly blush to maidenly bush.
As riverine lettuce his love grows,*
swelling in moisture of her furrow.
"When all is held in common,
all men's desires will be sated,
and women, too, will be full-filled.
To each, according to their needs;
From each, according to their proclivities."
He spoke, and hoed the furrow,
while his lips caressed sweet Peggy's ear
with leftist thoughts and tempting kisses.

*cf Inana's Hymn to Dumuzi, Sumer, app. 5000 bp.

 

[NaokoSmith]

"The more inclined to the left,
the more inclined to the supine,"
Whispers Steve, as his eyes wander
from maidenly blush to maidenly bush.
As riverine lettuce his love grows,*
swelling in moisture of her furrow.
"When all is held in common,
all men's desires will be sated,
and women, too, will be full-filled.
To each, according to their needs;
From each, according to their proclivities."
He spoke, and hoed the furrow,
while his lips caressed sweet Peggy's ear
with leftist thoughts and tempting kisses.

*cf Inana's Hymn to Dumuzi, Sumer, app. 5000 bp.

"So strange and thrilling to hear
America talk in this way," she
gasps. Her ear as much as
her chora receives pleasurable titillation rapturously.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"So strange and thrilling to hear
America talk in this way," she
gasps. Her ear as much as
her chora receives pleasurable titillation rapturously.

"Yes," Steve whispers hot and fervent,
"America's most sacred texts proclaim equality,
and Bill of Rights protects individualism.
Yet, tory-like, the right have
declared the tyranny of the majority.
Why haven't they heeded de Tocqueville?"
He pauses, and then "Freedom, too!,"
he proclaims as tight officer's jacket
yields to revolutionary fingers of America,
and Peggy's milk-white breasts are liberated.

Steve senses sweetheart's sylvan sensual sensations,
her titillation in America's green countryside*,
as if a new-born, Kristeva-like,
pleasured in unity with the universe*,
her delight at his probing entrance,
as if in some Mykonos church*,
her womanhood from chrysalis does emerge,
a nocturnal moth upon luna's light*,
and himself coalescing in Platonic space*,
though in relationship far from Platonic,
and penetrates deeply through her furrow
to plant seeds of ecstatic revolution.

*And still, I've probably missed your meaning of chora.

 

[NaokoSmith]

"Yes," Steve whispers hot and fervent,
"America's most sacred texts proclaim equality,
and Bill of Rights protects individualism.
Yet, tory-like, the right have
declared the tyranny of the majority.
Why haven't they heeded de Tocqueville?"
He pauses, and then "Freedom, too!,"
he proclaims as tight officer's jacket
yields to revolutionary fingers of America,
and Peggy's milk-white breasts are liberated.

Steve senses sweetheart's sylvan sensual sensations,
her titillation in America's green countryside*,
as if a new-born, Kristeva-like,
pleasured in unity with the universe*,
her delight at his probing entrance,
as if in some Mykonos church*,
her womanhood from chrysalis does emerge,
a nocturnal moth upon luna's light*,
and himself coalescing in Platonic space*,
though in relationship far from Platonic,
and penetrates deeply through her furrow
to plant seeds of ecstatic revolution.

*And still, I've probably missed your meaning of chora.

Peggy ripples pleasurably to the discursive
Profanity of his pronouncements, deeply moved
And moving rapidly in her deeps
To an ecstatic and cascading conclusion!
"Oh brave new orgasm!" she exclaims,
"That has such performativity within it!"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Peggy ripples pleasurably to the discursive
Profanity of his pronouncements, deeply moved
And moving rapidly in her deeps
To an ecstatic and cascading conclusion!
"Oh brave new orgasm!" she exclaims,
"That has such performativity within it!"

And deep within, her Captain rests
but momentarily; soon rising for her
once more, and traces the outline
of her breast with warm kisses
while his hips with hers grind.

 

[NaokoSmith]

And deep within, her Captain rests
but momentarily; soon rising for her
once more, and traces the outline
of her breast with warm kisses
while his hips with hers grind.

"I like to be in America,"
Peggy hums, rising to meet Captain.
The shifting of continental plates and
The earth moves for the lovers
before they subside gratefully into calm
And cast their eyes to the
Neglected picnic basket with its cold-chicken-cold-tongue-cold-ham-cold-beef-pickled-onions-salad-french-bread-cress-and-widge-spotted-meat-ginger-beer-lemonade.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"I like to be in America,"
Peggy hums, rising to meet Captain.
The shifting of continental plates and
The earth moves for the lovers
before they subside gratefully into calm
And cast their eyes to the
Neglected picnic basket with its cold-chicken-cold-tongue-cold-ham-cold-beef-pickled-onions-salad-french-bread-cress-and-widge-spotted-meat-ginger-beer-lemonade.

No bears in sight, the lovers
become again two one-backed beasts, feasting
on cold-chicken-cold-tongue-cold-ham-cold-beef-pickled-onions-salad-french-bread-cress-and-widge-spotted-meat-ginger-beer-lemonade and each other's sight.

 

[NaokoSmith]

No bears in sight, the lovers
become again two one-backed beasts, feasting
on cold-chicken-cold-tongue-cold-ham-cold-beef-pickled-onions-salad-french-bread-cress-and-widge-spotted-meat-ginger-beer-lemonade and each other's sight.

Their flushed cheeks (both sorts!) cooled
By the wind in the willows.

That, best beloved, is another story.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Their flushed cheeks (both sorts!) cooled
By the wind in the willows.

That, best beloved, is another story.

Perhaps we should begin another tale,
Though I would never badger Scheherazade.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Perhaps we should begin another tale,
Though I would never badger Scheherazade.

Badgers are bestiality! Especially with Scheherazade.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Badgers are bestiality! Especially with Scheherazade.

Careful, Scheherazade: No bestiality on Lit,
Werebadger, perhaps, deep in the Wild Wood,
or even a Wolverine might do.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Careful, Scheherazade: No bestiality on Lit,
Werebadger, perhaps, deep in the Wild Wood,
or even a Wolverine might do.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

NAFTA dictates Canadian content to appear.

Wolverine emerges, stretches to scratch itch...

 

[Handley_Page]

NAFTA dictates Canadian content to appear.

Wolverine emerges, stretches to scratch itch...

Looks in the mirror and says "I really need a new pair of boots".

(Sorry, folks; I'll creep away into the dark of the forest and stay good and quiet.)

 

[NaokoSmith]

Looks in the mirror and says "I really need a new pair of boots".

(Sorry, folks; I'll creep away into the dark of the forest and stay good and quiet.)

Rolling Over Floor Laughing Out Loud!

 

[Handley_Page]

Rolling Over Floor Laughing Out Loud!

Well,
Talk about a daft-looking outfit. . . .

 

[Handley_Page]

Perhaps I should have a new name: "Kiss o' Doom"