Once again snagged hooked line and sinker...

courtesy a nymphomaniac on the prowl
for a 6-21-3-11 buddy to make whoopie
from getting me rocks off
in knocks ville Tennessee
buzz feeding lusciously twittering
axing me to keep on qt
so me wife lacks inkling
of secret hushed indiscretion
hinting of tasting the milk
of human kindness and
nibbling verboten fruit
with me, a relative newbie,
whose lolling tongue hangs out me mouth
while dangling participle
between me legs finds
yours truly to experience knock-knee
syndrome envisioning savoring raw bits
much more heavenly
than powder milk biscuits.

While nonchalantly trawling
across the cyber sea...
this American bloke
communicated with a gal named N_,
courtesy application known as Telegram
I served as my own booker
got reeled in courtesy
the sultry voice of a blimey
(no intent to be crude),
but plain as the nose on my face hooker
which euphemistic reference
to "Woman of the night"
the first word that came to mind
donning two floatation devices
made her stand out as a real looker
(and ready to topple over - viz top heavy)
while mesmerized and dazzled
by her, she did snooker.

More often than not
I accept friendship requests
sent to me courtesy thru
social media platforms named
Facebook Messenger,
Signal, Telegram, and Zangi,
yet all to often,
the unknown female in question
does not mince words
after the first text
(usually enclosing a risqué photograph
accentuating her outstanding features
with ample endearments -
read endowments for the fine arts,
and maybe even
a confession of love),
or second text
recounting faux sob story
(left abandoned as a grown woman
like Little Orphan Annie,
and urgently needs a benefactor
to continue going under the knife
so she can complete cosmetic surgery
until she resembles a thick lipped
oompa loompa
with a ridiculously narrow waist,
and tightly wadded derrière
to generate wolf whistles),
hence as a very important person
predicating future possibilities
linkedin to being a sugar daddy
that attestation, cementation,
and elicitation the deal breaker
for me to consider future consideration.

Finally what stops me
in my figurative and virtual tracks
constitutes the gal in question
professing ardent love
for a schlemiel (or schlimazel)
whom she never met in living color,
yet sight unseen said ebony
(self proclaimed goddess)
sounds sincere speaking words
that usually get rolled off the tongue
of veritable stranger
without a cocked hitch.