Increasing Her Afterglow

(About a 1 minute read)

Her lust for my fine art drawings
Was such that it soon became impossible
For me to enter the chat room
Without the screen immediately popping up
With her pet name for me, “Pookie”,
Followed by an alarming torrent
Of painfully spiky exclamation points.

I wanted to tell her,
“There are no heroes”,
But she’d been raised up unholy
By a clan of ideologically driven
Professional toenail painters
To deny her true passions in life
And become no more to a man
Than a fine arts groupie.

Naturally she recognized in me
An important contemporary master
On account of the avant garde work I did
Creating edgy, emotionally meaningful
Stick figure drawings of my penis
On finely grained 18 by 24 artist papers.

Yet, she didn’t fully surrender her heart,
Complete and whole,
Until that night in private chat
When I messaged her:
“Now giving you the best damn
Yodeling-tongue-kiss EVER”
Followed by a fertile abundance
Of spiky exclamation points
That I sent merely to increase
Her afterglow.

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