Pounding, Sliding, Passionate Gesticulation of Their Really Awesome Things

Malmsteen’s Love Truncheon,
found a home of inside the anus drive of a good Disdained Servant, Duse.
Because frigid temperatures will do
To any emotions he sacrificed his plumbing to Malmsteen’s manhood most bogus
that gave sunscreen tips as a bonus.
Their sexual battle roar manifested the least of their lust
Pounding, sliding, passionate gesticulation of their really awesome things
The little fat man Malmsteen ejaculated in Duse’s nostrils
No creamy milk ness escaped the nasal cavities
Without leaving my imagination for a euphemism or a grammatically dodgy sentence,
Duse, 8221,was fucked like the spiteful Loner he was
The instability & hedonistic justification of Malmsteen reached a new apogee

as Duse was fisted with realistic Bear Paws
More Duse cried, "I want more"…

A Sonnet inspired by The Duse's love for Yngwie Malmsteen