by Hot Lizard Boy

You struck me as the quiet type
I thought I'd need to get you good and drunk
Before you moved on me like this
Long-legged, wide-finned,
And I suspect illegal to boot
I'm recognizing my limitations
But feel free to push me
What's a little venom?
Some numbness for a few hours
Frankly, your very presence is paralyzing
And we'll laugh about it when I can breathe again
My darling, how could you have thought I'd find you hideous?
Why, on my planet you're a delicacy.

Copyright 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy

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