Snailsex
they float
hanging by an invisibly thin thread
their translucent, bloated red sexparts
intertwined
in an iridescent ring
of rhythmic yin and yang
alternately,
each potent tip of crimson
reaching inside
then emerging
to deposit its gentle caress
to the nape of her loveršs neck
their shells clash and crash and bump
ignorant of all
even my lamp and prurient eye
and their colleague who,
in her own blind accidental snaily way,
pushes them
clicking and bumping
across the rocks
each having found her mark
in her loveršs receptive place
ever tightening their strangulent holds
around each others necks
feelers withered
to flaccid oblivious stubs,
pumping fluids irreversibly,
they twitch and pulse
on into the night when mammals sleep
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