It was a glorious night for a moonlit flight
On Barry my Big Berkshire Boar
Huffing and puffing like flying was nothing
Over the treetops we’d soar

Well I never knew, that other pigs flew
As Darren came circling down
Sat proud on top his Gloucester Old Spot
Wow! What a wonderful sow

I’m sure I can claim that Darren was the same
As his jaw nearly dropped to the ground
For Darren and I, had pigs that could fly
And you don’t really see that around

“Hey your pig flies!” Darren wailed with surprise
“And we only just met for a drink”
“I didn't know you, had a flying pig too
  Just what would the other guys think!?”

So we soon made a pact, with our secret intact
Everything worked out just fine
Now we’re both out at night, when the weather is right
Racing our rare flying swine!

I think wonder spreads like wild fire in curious minds

Curiosity (10 words)

It may well **** cats but it makes humans great

Have you used a dead dog's **** for a lipstick?

Tear me open, you outta
'Instant poet just add water'

No longer will she come a-calling
She left his keys
With a twist of the knife he's falling
To his knees
A stab in the dark without warning
She never flees
How can she sit there ignoring
A dying man's pleas?

Someone who has immense talent, learns little and produces less

My head swoons upon exhalation an expectation of exhilaration
A sharp burst of pleasure, a tingling measure of raw and unrefined lust
Dopamine courses through our brains, as pupils dilate, we can’t wait
Scrabbling like starved mongrels, tearing at each others clothes

Lips locked our tongues meet in open mouthed passion
Uninhibited, unbridled, no holds barred
Mouthing lobes and unguarded necks, teasing flesh with the brush of teeth
Vulnerable yet willing, surrendered to the inevitability of need

Fingers tracing gently across trembling skin, fumbling therein
Mounds of ample pink flesh, in firm press
Bodies arched and contorted, twisted together as natures root
Incalescent fervour, further ardour, lost in a single moment

No world, just boy and girl, dancing the dance of desire
Swaying like willows, propped amongst pillows, hands clasped as tempo completes
Enbosomed things slow, grinding to a halt, heavy breathed and spent
Basking in the afterglow of satisfaction..........life could not be so sweet