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jenny & johnny
(two hetero-swingers)
were enjoying the sunrise for their first time
with swirling rays of blissful first contact,
animalistic scents filling one another’s nostrils 
(faces all stuffed up in each other’s prospective 
cooch & coin purse)
with nectars secreting from each onto
each---
licking, groping, sticking & swapping away like
teenage springtime bunnies out of sight 
from mamma & papa bunny
(who, as bunnies, have no real concern with 
non-stop, crazy, day-in-&-day-out, adrenaline gushing
coition)---
for what causes pleasure for the herd residing
closely in the warren, 
brings more bunnies banging &
more bunnies banging brings more bunnies to
bang & 
on & on & on & 
when the bangathon has taken a moment’s pause
they lie awake staring at each other all
twinkle eyed, exhausted &
smoking the hashish that they got from one of the
foxes,
the last time they were hanging out.

an uncomfortable moment arises when either
jenny or johnny reaches the pinnacle of their climax & 
begins to get loud---
the loud sound being made 
is not recognizable by the partner of the noisemaker &
rather than it being a pleasant, exciting or downright stimulant
sound being emitted,
instead, we have some kind of thing that
to this day cannot be explained by the most ambitious of 
EVP specialists,
something that the ATF might crank at the highest volume possible 
to drive out the next religious cult crack-pots from their dwelling.

the sound spewing forth from one bunny’s mouth is so 
harsh to the human ear,
that it forces the other bunny to actually cringe, 
thereby lessening or even killing their own
sexual experience as a whole.

how one bunny gets themselves out of this situation 
with the other bunny is anybody’s guess,
certainly the most giving individual will endure the
pain being caused by the incessant unnamable caterwauling,
but the most crass will no doubt just get up & go.

kudos, brave bunny---
now, run for the hills like the von trapps in 
“the sound of music.”
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