My Alien Juliet

by Hot Lizard Boy

You are my alien Juliet
I touch the bulbous protrusion that is your cheek
Or at least the equivalent
You ooze prenuptial black gel
Your mighty limb
I can't call it an arm
Wrapped tightly 'round my waist
The little hairs on the end tingling my lips

I am more faithful than Romeo
But we can never truly be together
Our chromosomal counts
Make children impossible
Your genetic predisposition to exhaling silicon
Builds a literal wall between us
I'm not even sure you're a girl

Copyright © 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy

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I want to hear your story of alien abduction-turned-romance.

*No tales of probing, please.

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