Slugs as Great Lovers

Precious Time

An odd spring,
one day
t-shirt and
shorts
weather,
then the
next
cold.

Today
wrapped
in winter
jackets
Zoe and I
walked
in the woods
by the pond.

We found a
sunlit spot
by the stream
and laid down.

My head
resting on her
tummy
as we watched
clouds
amble by
and fell asleep
as the nascent
spring grew
beneath us.

Slugs as Great Lovers
Never thought of slugs
as great lovers until
today. I saw a nature
movie that captured
their amorous adventure.

Slithering in a mucous
rapture towards estrous
leaving a scented train
of the equivalent of a
bed of fresh roses,
Belgian chocolates,
and the promise of
hot sex spoken in
a fragrant bouquet
of pheromones.

I was getting a little
excited as the two
danced and
coiled around
one another in
a spiral of love
for hours in the
slow juicy
exchange of
fluids.

In their
hermaphroditic
ecstasy their
luminescent
blue penises
glowed in the
dark.
After
the climax
one dropped from
the tree in
a sated orgiastic
thrilling fall.

It laid
on the ground
exhausted
thoroughly
spent and
musing,
"Man, she/ he
was hot!"