be damned, that i should be human,
a woman with a fourteen waist, love
handling my hips with abandon
if i were an octopus, all the burly
hairy, macho octopi would want me,
they'd protect my cave while break-
fast eggs boiled beneath me, the bigger
the better, they'd clamor for this feminine
stature., but here, in my short-
ness of limb its only matrons and patrons
contemporaries of my mother and grandfather
that turn their heads to look, gasp,
call me striking while my peers
suggest i drop a size (or six)
but atleasti know-
i'm perfect for octopus sex.
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1 comment:
mmmmm ...eight legs... kinky.
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