| Haiku
In ASSCville, we have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful floater warnings with our
own haiku poetry, each with only 17 syllables: five in the first line, seven in the
second, five in the third.
A gentle caress.
The soft pull of her body.
Uh oh. Splooge happens.
I catch her eye as
She shimmers across the room.
Too late. Gone forever.
Wake up. Wake up, now.
Her angry breasts squash my face.
I love ringside seats.
Four a.m. Weary
Eyes. No lap unoccupied.
Sex crackles the air.
Used beer flows freely.
And it looks so clear gliding
On white porcelain.
Two for one. Too slow.
All the good ones are taken.
Just as in real life.
This one's a beauty,
But her moves are insincere.
Patience required.
While I grow older,
They stay just the same. Is this
The fountain of youth?
In a dark corner
Where no one can observe us,
All wet and nasty.
Held tight in her arms,
But how long will it last? So
Many pianos.
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