The Biology Lesson

It was on a dark and moonless night

that the brown haired

baby machine found herself howling

like a bitch in heat

working on conceiving baby number five

there upon the backseat

of the dear hunter’s brand new jalopy

with her skirt bunched up

around her waist her shear see through

blouse lay unbuttoned

beside the lacy cups of her bra pushed

aside while the intimate

garment of her panties soaked through

with her intense arousal

lay neatly folded inside a Ziploc baggy

safe and secure within

the aspiring poet’s pants pocket lying in

a puddle of fabric

around his ankles as his hips rose and fell

like the pistons of a

high powered engine beneath the hood

of a car in a race

as he drove the loins of the well-stacked

two legged incubator

and mother of four children left at home

into a sexual frenzy

right then and there on top of the backseat

of his brand new car

humped the ever living daylights out of his

unsuspecting wife’s

curvaceous full bosomed college classmate

gave the single mother

a lesson in biology the two legged incubator

would not soon forget

nor relive with any other lover yet to come

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