He is small.
His skin shines like
the light dancing
on a water's surface,
dark forest green adorned
with lime green splotches,
blemishes of puss
adorning every sensual curve.
His being is brail
slick with snotty viscous liquid
that stretches, sticks,
and tastes tangy
at the back of your throat.
You want to retch,
but know that would only add to his beauty.
His corneas are dark
eyes heavy,
indifferent,
romantic,
as if he doesn't care...
But you do.
And you wonder if you can
break from his entrancing gaze
long enough to save yourself
before he bloats upon you,
taking you with him,
An Amphibious Affair
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