Finding Calvin Part III - 2 - The Rise (* Updated: 2/1/24)
Silver fingers he'd seemingly sprout To hear her porcelain screech Then he poured forth from fleshy spout Filling her with sweet viscosity (viscos-a-tea...get it? she's a tea cup!) Calvin wakes up quite aroused And his Fang he would now need With her honeysuckled mouth And that oval that she sheaths But she's nowhere to be found So he exits reluctantly Into the hallway's gaping mouth Where many more holes can be seen He wonders where there's sound But it's happening underneath And no descent could be found Just a largesse viewed opening As he trickles through its mouth Of the corridor and where it leads He's coming to what he found When looking for what he needs No furnishings were around Unlike Lamington's mansion estate No gadgets or animal mounts Just an empty room with Oriental feng shui He takes a gander at the prow And he's seeing a Greek tragedy The Trojan horse where it was found And those eager for its adopting To the far left the exc...