[Limerick Sequence]
There's a sparkle of glee in his eyes
when he catches a glimpse of my size;
he scoots my way
to make his play,
but I throw him a look to demise.
My soft body lures him as a flame
and he hopes all demurrals will tame.
His move is quick,
his line is slick
in maneuvers to stake his claim.
His façade is quite handsome and bold
as he reaches with strong bands to hold.
He dare not miss
with his first kiss
as my lips draw a line tight and cold.
But in lust I succumb to his will;
his embrace zaps my nerve-ends a thrill.
He pulls me in
his feathered den,
sinks tentacles deep to drink his fill.
Categories:
demurrals, betrayal, desire, humorous, insect,
Form: Limerick