The foreplay a sharp peck or a growl;
Such is life, for the beast and the fowl!
Rutting, being in season,
Just instinct! Love? Reason?
Wham! Bam! And a screech or a howl!
Tag: rutting
In season
It was only a bit of a fling,
A stray root, just a symptom of spring;
Mindless rutting was all,
And she couldn’t recall,
The man’s name, but so what? No big thing!
Utter bliss
Children tittered, their elders tut-tutted.
“Like animals!” somebody muttered.
Lewd and lascivious,
Rudely oblivious,
Blithely they shamelessly rutted!