I spend much of my time, waiting.

I don’t always understand it.

It used to be always anxiety, fear.

Now there is, anticipation?

How is it that, this that I abhor.

Suddenly, I adore?


What has she done?

How can this be?

My soul is filled now, with gas?

My heart excited, by you ass?

How have you turned one to your ways?

How have I been beaten without a war?


I hear her, steps down the hall.

The click of a lock and I whimper, eagerly

Like a dog. Her smile wide, my tongue extended.


Her butt came close, its odor unmistakable.

Then she farted, its thickness unbreakable.


I noted that before, I had tried to run.

Now, I inhale; as if this were fun.

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