How much i love it,
she knows well,
eyes curiously down-
at me eating squid;
the eight armed cephalopod,
soft and dainty to eat,
in more ways than one,
now spread eagled in my front,
"I could eat you too
if you wish" I banter,
she looks at me mischievously as if
it's more than a joke,
and shakes head.
"Would I be as dainty
as such a fish?" she asks,
as if she is serious to get an answer,
flashing those expressive eyelashes,
clearly in a way I can see what it means!
"Yes, bilateral symmetry I have,
but not eight arms, is it okey?"
She knows all about my tastes,
(who would, if she doesn't?)
squids, octopus and the like
and clams...ooh, i love them, so much
bit sticky stuff, yes I like to mess up a bit,
that way, isn't it exciting?
I relish, squid and cuttle fish,
till I am fully satisfied.
Was she a fish in my waters?
To tell you the secret: she wasn't.
she was an octopus!
wily? yes, but lovable.
who strung me with,
her soft, supple tentacles!
Imposing her sweet wishes
on my senses,
eventually her wishes
become my commands,
to the end,
till she asks,
no more.
)O(
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
How much i love it,
she knows well,
eyes curiously down-
at me eating squid;
the eight armed cephalopod,
soft and dainty to eat,
in more ways than one,
now spread eagled in my front,
"I could eat you too
if you wish" I banter,
she looks at me mischievously as if
it's more than a joke,
and shakes head.
"Would I be as dainty
as such a fish?" she asks,
as if she is serious to get an answer,
flashing those expressive eyelashes,
clearly in a way I can see what it means!
"Yes, bilateral symmetry I have,
but not eight arms, is it okey?"
She knows all about my tastes,
(who would, if she doesn't?)
squids, octopus and the like
and clams...ooh, i love them, so much
bit sticky stuff, yes I like to mess up a bit,
that way, isn't it exciting?
I relish, squid and cuttle fish,
till I am fully satisfied.
Was she a fish in my waters?
To tell you the secret: she wasn't.
she was an octopus!
wily? yes, but lovable.
who strung me with,
her soft, supple tentacles!
Imposing her sweet wishes
on my senses,
eventually her wishes
become my commands,
to the end,
till she asks,
no more.
)O(
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