SHY PERCH

               


        Soft and firm, but cold!
        I see you slide about
        Kissing everything below,
        Even what the sun can't see.

        He must be part fish too.
        How he bobs and sinks and bounds.
        Yes, I could splash with him,
        But I don't.

        If I were you, I'd move in close,
        Offer him your back to ride,
        Show him where his gills should be
        And how to flick a tail.

        I'd nibble at the moss
        Running round his n*****s,
        Trace it down his chest,
        His navel and beyond.

        If I could get that close
        I would--
        Instead I linger here
        Torturing my toes.

        But you!  What's stopping you?
        Don't dally here with me.
        Make waves with Neptune's pal
        And kiss him since I can't.



 

Reviews

[Bellarina]

Simple and fun. Love it.