Weekend...

She stuck her fin

in a honey jar,

couldn’t swim

far from the spoils

of dinner.

I’m bewitched

by

her bright scales.

Sexy diva,

please give

me your

coral reef

number.

I got aged

wine in my freezer,

below the crab shells,

close to a litre.

Honey glazed croissants.

Tea bags from the finest

Leaf branch.

She swims past

my gills receiver,

planting her

beauty in

my

frail mind.

I moon walked

closer,

hoping to get

her bubbling

lips racks

of

carbon dioxide.

Hey mister!

quit hovering

next to me,

It’s past

inner labia.

I want petunia

inn deep surfinia’s

bar.

Step into my

Kitchen.

Five stars,

like you won’t

believe it.

Cocktailed

lollies,

sliced cherries.

I take small sips.

At the end of the

filling,

We’ve got

soundtracks

that drills

cracks in

the ceilings.

Ugh! she said,

as she moaned

helplessly

on the riverbed

Huh! Huuuuh!

Bubbaargh!

Nooooohhhhh!