My birthday is in 7 days.
Fuck. I hate my birthday.
Leda and the Swan
By William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Red-spotted coral crab.
Another additon to my wishful Aquarium Dream Team.
“Book Four of The Monster Sex Series
Lovers torn apart…
Fleeing deeper into the woods, Porsche and Shelly are reunited with Leslie and the rest of the Bigfoot tribe. Their orgy-filled reunion is short-lived, and the lovers are savagely separated, leaving Porsche devastated and…pregnant. She’s missing Leonard, whose monster cock she craves and whose fur keeps her nice and warm at night. This can’t be the end, can it?”
Sweet slumber, how I love you so!
"it’s good to be young
but let’s not kid ourselves
it’s better to pass on through those years and
come out the other side
with our hearts still beating
having stared down demons
come back breathing"
This gives a whole new meaning to “How’s it hanging?”