Hot Lizard Boy Love Story

by Hot Lizard Boy

I never gurgled those simpering phrases I've heard lovers fancy
And I never brought you a box
of billious brackwater grubs that the girls are so fond of
But I danced for you in my moonsuit under the heat of a thousand suns
And we basked in the breath-taking afterglow of what had been my planet
When mortality threatened with Grim Reaper scythe,
You kept my head in a bell jar next to your bed
where you lovingly caressed me
Until I slept sound as a babe
Truly, love means never having to say you're sorry

Copyright 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy

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