The Wrestler

The Wrestler

A Poem by Kristopher Fandrich
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A long poem

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The wrestler was restless so reckless;
narrowly negating nocturnes’ negatively nocturnal symphonies;
he never neared nigh.
His weaver’s weavings wrapped wickedly weighing,
while her wretched whimpering weeps wrathfully wetted him.
So soon sacrifices seemed so simple,
sucking succubus sapping his savings;
suckling sultrily his saliva soaked scepter.
Hampered by happiness he hummed heavily helping her hump him hastily:
hanky-panky haggard, 
her hips heaved heavenly;
half her hair hung handsomely down.
Easily ensnared, encased, and encompassed in her earthy earthling escapades.
He’d continuously cheeched, coughing casually creeping cautiously cringing at the curule carrying cops.
Dosers asked if dosing does deliberately deny longevity, does it?
Definitely debatable; discussion dartingly discussed,
Dastardly deviants divided data destroying and decaying to debarrass their debt of debauchery.
The real raw rascals rampant repeated rambunctiousness really reformed the regulars rigid ranks rapidly.
The pair’s past problems proposed possible padding prior to the perpetual painful punishment.
Firstly, they fought firm for fun, never figuring fire would factor ferociously frequently faltering their false f*****g faith.
The familiar fatigued feeling felt from fighting the female fermented.
As time ticked trickily thoroughly throughout their lives tamely the two twines twisted too tightly together till it tardily tattered.
Angrily adjusting his attitudinal angle accordingly to accompany her agitated acupunctural attributes.
Any other options obsolete, the overt obese odious obstacle called obvious obligations occupied him.
Lackluster lantern luminosity laid low while the lavishing lust lessened;
the limited love latently lingered a little longer.
Their minds made malicious mental madness, mixed messages mirrored mesmerizing their magnetic magnitude’s malignant pull.
Nastily she nagged nipping naively never napping; nor neglecting negative notions.
Now nestling nervously nostalgic she knows each novice niff.
She greedily grabbed and griped groaning gravely gainlessly she grudgingly gave up getting gold.
Barely broken the boy bumbled by bouncing belligerently on;
beguiling beauties; being a bachelor beat being bound.  

© 2016 Kristopher Fandrich


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Added on June 6, 2016
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Kristopher Fandrich
Kristopher Fandrich

Fargo, ND



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