Love in Training

Author's note: The central idea for this poem comes from my good friend Spawnspectre, who gave me the idea when we were discussing Pokémon. Enjoy.

I lie there

Waiting

For the ball to open

For my lover to come

It has been years

Since you changed

Making a wish

To please me

The flash of light blinds me

And my love appears

His blue and red exterior

His serious eyes

I know he wants me

I pretend not to want it

To resist

This is what he likes

His tentacle moves

Making its way to me

I gasp

I let him take me

Lifting me in the air

Letting me feel him

I shudder

Letting him feel my pleasure

He likes this

He gurgles in approval

I let him know

This is what I want

I love him

No matter what

No man could ever

Do to me what he does

As I release

He enters seclusion

In his ball

Waiting for the time

When we will

One

Again