Ima Ryma


Gold Swift Moth - Poem by Ima Ryma

The gold swift moth does play the game
Of love acrobatically.
Smorgasbord moves of mating aim,
Both male and female equal be.
First choice to first who gives the eye.
Bug Kama Sutra how to woo,
Multi positions - gal and guy,
Achieving whoopee bliss for two.
Why did this moth evolve this way?
From human studies, it is told
There's ever danger in sex play,
Must do it swift to get the gold.

The gold swift moth is resourceful
On moves to make intercourse full.

Topic(s) of this poem: animals


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 5, 2015



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