To a T

So, as I was saying yesterday, OMG I TOTALLY SKIPPED T AND NONE OF YOU CAUGHT IT WHAT THE HELL?

As am I. As. Am. I.

But I'll show you. Here's the letter T with a vengeance: an erotic poem consisting of nothing but words starting with that letter. Actually, it's not a swear; in fact there's not a single bad word in it. It's just naughty. But it's naughty because WORDS. Which are the most erotic things in the world. You may have to look some of them up. I know I did. Or your imagination may just fill in the blanks.

Terrific.


To Thee


This troubador thirsts to tackle the temptation
To tame thy tempest through tender touch.
Tell this trouvere thy troubles,
That they transform, through tenacity, to trust.


Though thy tacent toughness tantalizes,
Thy tatterdemalion tendencies tangle therewith.
That tentiginous template takes time to topple -
Time that terrorizes this timid toiler.


Though thought tries to triumph,
Titillation trumps that;
Then thy tranquil temperament
Turns toward tumultuous, twirling tumult,


Thy totem - taken, tasted - trembles,
This tongue touches thy towered temple,
Traveling toward the tip;
Thus today, tonight, tomorrow, taper to trivia.


Thus tended to, thy thrifty trunk thrives,
Thrusting toward the tabernacle that takes thy trespass,
Til thy teeming treasure tears through thy testes
To this thankful tongue to taste.