May 20, 2012

• Alien Lust

  

   

  I was once known by lovers trust,
  For my prowess and animal lust.
  The fligs all stalked me and demanded much,
  A kiss, embrace, the sensual touch.

  I gave and gave, and left them panted,
  But for love, I was taken for granted.
  There’s more to me than just my snoggle,
  I need love, more than your quackal.

  To lay and use me, in the act of gueling,
  Then you peak and snork, your pleasure fulfilling.
  I’m left lustless, with a frizzled snoggle,
  And you content, and no longer needful.

  Across the room, you stand defluxs,
  Allowing me to admire your ample jumbucks.
  I’m tortured by your beauty and lovely meshed quackal,
  Please come to me, and allow me to give yodel.

  But you turn and leave, just showing me your dumper,
  No words left, but the pound of my heart thumper.
  For the ache of love, I’ve endured abuse,
  From now on, I’ll just dejuice.

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