That vivacious vicious girl called V

In view his body, not attractive; said she,
But Fuck that,
For he is an uptight cunt, whose mind is set free
Verily he visited a Cute little vixen,
vagabond apart,
Twined by the vicissitudes of destiny,
Probably to vanquish the virtuous vermin's heart,

She was vagarious, that particular version of the universe
not vulgar, far from vice,
but vicious.
Offering vicarious experiences of ecstacy,
Not a virgin, but vacant her soul,
Fulfilling her voraciously vast consciousness, not vaingloriously,
But towards becoming whole.
Her Vacillatory self offered in votive,
In response he Vajazzalled her intellect,
But like her gym instructor,
Couldn't manage to get her wet.
In view his body, not attractive; said she.

But Fuck that,
For he is an uptight cunt, whose mind is set free