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Alien Smut

by Johanna May

So many thirsty females
for big blue horned guys with tails.
I never knew,
until my latest obsession.
As many yellow stars it takes
to gush in space
equivalent to actual ones.
Their names resonate
like made up places
that somehow exists in a map,
fake and familiar.
Jealous, strapping and a weird hue,
beloined-clothed, some sort of blue.

The supernova of ovaries exploding,
such stamina and noble assurance
of an orgasm.

Real aliens out there face palming (tentacling?)
Throwing meteors at us.


Posted on 03/14/2023
Copyright © 2023 Johanna May

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