The Act of Getting Laid was underway.
Silver Fox’s landing equipment was raised for servicing.
He laid back and some lady landed into his bedroom,
Having recently returned from Butterfly’s Stuffing Face.
Her shopping bags spilled upon the floor as she tore off her clothes,
And climbing On Top Fox, she backed in.
“Go Slow, Old Guy” she requested.
“I want to feel all of you inside.”.
Old Silver started flapping her like a stack of pancakes.
Her buttery cheeks softly pounded on that squeaky bed.
And Fox kneeded the dough inside her oven.
Her hands steadied her body on his handrails for takeoff.
He guided her and provided such verbal instructions like
“Go Up and Down.”
“Like This?” she whispered,
“Ah, Yes, ‘like this’” he breathlessly said.
“Like This?” she repeated.
Then he repeated “Like This, yes” until they were just mouthing the words silently
To themselves.
His tongue came out and she bent down and sucked on it.
She followed the procedure he yearned for 'Like This':
The Bedflesh which consumed them.
Silver Fox registered his equipment with The Facebook Organization some time ago.
They all saw his status update: “So getting laid” was all it said.
The Servers of The Facebook were busy handling The Swollen Bandwith.
“How can he post and get laid at the same time?” They Groaned.
“Ah, To Get Laid, Better than a Lay Over” penned one Twitter Airport Joker.
“The Act of Getting Laid” wrote a poet.
“Nice Job” chimed the masses.
Many people Googled “Silver Fox getting Laid” rather than
“How much Money Do I need to Retire”
And through pixilated eyes, they assumed they witnessed The Act In Progress.
Twitter became Titty, And everyone signed up:
Following the fruit of her breasts swinging over Old Fox’s lips
As he plowed his lawn mower deeper into the woods
Of her database.
The woman on top Old Silver rode him Pronto.
She tried suppressing the words she used in fantasy-land:
Those words to him: “Giddy Up, Horsey”.
Slipped out in sudden bursts.
Viewers were impressed with her attempt at composure.
Old Fox picked up the pace to fill her cup,
With the sound of his head hitting the bed board
And the sheets ripped underneath them
From the increase in transaction activity.
Twisted round in various positions,
Silver Fox handling her like she wanted.
All the while whispering command, instructing:
“Will you slam me this way?”
“Will grab me here?”
“Turn me over, Do it now.”
The Audience was Awe in front of their flat screens.
There seemed to be no stopping them.
Pictures fell off the walls,
And the bed moved and scratched the floor
The sheets wound up and their
Sweaty bodies lubricated their continued labor.
Her voice could be heard across the street,
And one or two may have paused
“A cry of help?”
Indeed.
They hushed their tones to drink it in,
But the citizens of the city walked on by.
Many new organizations told their reporters,
“If Old Silver Fox is riding, then Hop On Him.”
The FaceBook Organization posted updates, and
Friends and Parents and Significant Others cried.
“Who is Silver Fox? And why does he get laid so?”
Soon, people forgot about The Banks.
They people forgot about The Iranians, The North
Koreans, and all the money they lost on Bernie or
Who won on American Idol.
Silver Fox is Getting Laid appeared on NBC Nightly.
And even the President of the Most Powerful
Country stated,
“I will extend My Hand of Hope, that Silver Fox
And his Lady,
Enjoy all this country has to offer.”
The Act of Getting Laid was Passed
By Congress.
The Holiday “Getting Laid with Silver Fox”
Was initiated and signed into Law
Live on Fox News.
Everybody was supposed to be getting Laid
On this Holy Day of any day.
But some clever networking site would be developed
Called “The L-Pod”,
Where people would text one another, just to say,
“g8ing laid. lol”
And whether their batteries were charged,
Or they cells were on vibrate,
Or the message was blasted to 1 million Tweets,
It was all the same.
Someday, everyone would get laid,
And we would know about it immediately
But now there was a Holiday to prove it.
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