Shrimp

Shrimp

The night was young,

and the call of wild delight

pounded in my blood.

My loins were tingling with

woman fire

I was on the prowl

for one to slake my desire.

I saw you,

dancing with the mirror.

You pumped harder at yourself

when you saw me drawing nearer.

Drinks,

small talk,

to my place, just a short walk.

Dimmed lights,

you promised such delights

I had to explore you.

I stroked, kissed,

nibbled,

tasted and touched.

Soon I felt a shock,

as I pulled out a rather large sock

from briefs I expected

to hold something

spelled a little differently.

It was then that the laugh was on me.

Beneath my palm,

I felt a little wiggle.

When I drew aside the cloth

I began to giggle,

and giggle

.I then laughed,

until that thing and I

were both totally limp.

Instead of the manly meat

you promised.

I found something that looked

very much like

a malnourished shrimp.

© Copyright 2006 L.P. Thomas

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