Bad
Romance
by Martin Elster
You
see her waiting, forelegs folded tight,
and take her gaze as amorous intent.
Her head now swivels, much to your
delight.
You hope she fancies you a hunky gent.
What a serendipitous encounter!
you think. Big, green, and sexy—super
hot!
Inching toward her from the rear, you
mount her.
You sense she wants you badly—quite
a lot.
She turns to give you an adoring nibble.
You’ve lost your head completely
over her,
and now your hemolymph begins to dribble,
your hips the one thing left that still
can stir.
Now headless, you’re quite certain
to forget her.
For her, the date could hardly have been
better. |
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