(…they make the same sound as turds when they hit the pavement…and I think they have the same kind of sex as snails…)
First they like to start with a bit of sleazy funk music, perhaps a little
You know, something to get the juices flowing…
…they bounce down
on their mutually constrained strand of mucus
blue things come out of the sides of their respective heads
as they entwine gracefully tangling
eh-eh-eeeever so slowly dropping onto
under the airy bed
of their copulation….
(or at least my wife insists it’s a “she” even though they’re hermaphroditic
because “she’s” the one left in the wet spot while “he” has kissed and ran
….well, sort of just slurped off)
snips off that string–the last severing act of their
drop of lust.
Yeah, I was too.
But you couldn’t stop watching either, could you?
It all takes about 18 minutes or so.
I have 67 glossy, digital, time-stamped images to prove it.
I keep them with my etchings.
Would you care to come up and see them some time?