04-25-2015, 08:08 PM
< a short poem about ducks > (Inspired by the story: "A short story about ducks")
i was standing at my kitchen counter
preparing breakfast for the cats
when my favorite cat Shiva
backed up
pressed her ass against my side
and pissed out about a pint of hot pee which
thoroughly wet
my shirt
my pants
and assorted other things below
(females have a large diameter urethra
that can do this with amazing speed)
while this had never happened to me before
it did remind me of a past girlfriend whose
chief method of sexual arousal was being peed on
since peeing while fully erect is almost impossible
it was lucky for her
that this act
had no such effect on me
it wasn't that I couldn't appreciate
the quirk of her fetish
no
it was the thought of having sex with someone while
writhing about in my own piss.
(now this
you could be thinking
is not what might be expected
in a short poem
about ducks
but
considering that my former favorite cat had
backed up to my side
pressed up against it
and peed a pint of piss down my side
i should be allowed some leeway)
but love
and sex
are what
they are
so I pretended to like
sloshing about
in my own pee
as my mother was fond of saying
"A couple
willing to make sacrifices
within their relationship
is significantly more likely
to have a long and happy one"
i was standing at my kitchen counter
preparing breakfast for the cats
when my favorite cat Shiva
backed up
pressed her ass against my side
and pissed out about a pint of hot pee which
thoroughly wet
my shirt
my pants
and assorted other things below
(females have a large diameter urethra
that can do this with amazing speed)
while this had never happened to me before
it did remind me of a past girlfriend whose
chief method of sexual arousal was being peed on
since peeing while fully erect is almost impossible
it was lucky for her
that this act
had no such effect on me
it wasn't that I couldn't appreciate
the quirk of her fetish
no
it was the thought of having sex with someone while
writhing about in my own piss.
(now this
you could be thinking
is not what might be expected
in a short poem
about ducks
but
considering that my former favorite cat had
backed up to my side
pressed up against it
and peed a pint of piss down my side
i should be allowed some leeway)
but love
and sex
are what
they are
so I pretended to like
sloshing about
in my own pee
as my mother was fond of saying
"A couple
willing to make sacrifices
within their relationship
is significantly more likely
to have a long and happy one"
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

