Foreplay with Rufuz…

Let’s get one thing straight,

Sorry to those of you into kink,

As this story is not exactly what you think,

But don’t allow yourself to blink,

I wouldn’t want you to feel that this poem,

Is anything but rinky-dink…

Rufuz and I sleep together, it is true ,

Sometimes I in his bed or he in mine,

If you spread this fact, oh boy will you rue,

But foreplay with my canine,

Is not exactly the right word.

When we sleep, we dream,

He in his world and I in mine,

He makes his noises,

And I make my movements,

Sometimes kicking him with my foot,

So that he thinks I am playing,

But I am doing so in my sleep,

So he lets it go for a bit,

Till the time is right,

For him to bite!

Of course I jump right out of bed,

When bit I get in the middle of REM,

Then we argue and cuss,

As to whose fault was all this muss,

He blames me for kicking him,

And I hold him responsible for biting me,

Oh, it is a hell of a row,

But time to go back to bed,

To start the whole thing all over again…

                                                                   (ed)