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
