Ever want to read a poem about an astronaut making love to a space station's boarding mechanism? Too fucking bad, I wrote Cherry-Flavored Docking Gate anyways.
|Cherry-Flavored Docking Gate|
|Three Green Tits and Fuchsia Lips|
|Holograms are Sexy if you Program them to be|
|Supergalactic Space Station Orgy|
|Refueling Robots Need Love Too|
|Xmas: The X stands for sEX in space on Christmas with aliens|
|Python == "The language of space love"|
|A Sticky Situation on Planet X-1-2-7|
|Squeezing Titties (In Space!)|
|Subtly Sensual Speech out in Space|
|There is a Star I watch from Afar|
|System Solar, Gentle Roller|
|CHOOSE YOUR OWN EROTIC SCI-FI POETRY|
These poems were written for r/WritingCirclejerk as a joke; any erections or wetness caused by exposure to this birrage of sensuality is purely incidental.
© Ray Underscore Thompson, October 2015