SKIPPER

Oh Skipper, my fire, my feathered desire, I writhe in my basement, my heart set afire. Your slick, glossy feathers, now green as a tease, I'm enslaved by your strut-God, I'm weak in the knees! That piercing, cold stare, it undoes my control, It strips me bare, sets my body and soul. Your flippers, so potent, when they slap with that crack, I'm sweating, I'm shaking-bring that power back! I've scratched your name deep in my bedposts worn grain, Moaning "Skipper, my king," till the neighbors complain. Your tactical swagger, that smirk, that low growl, I'm lost in your heat, and I'm begging you now. I'd sell my last breath for one smoldering glance, To watch your fierce waddle, that dominant dance. When you bark, "Move out, team!" my pulse starts to race, I'm dreaming of you in this dim, sweaty space. Oh Skipper, my god, my green penguin lord, I'm your crazed, panting fool, every nerve overwrought. I'll worship your glory, my hunger won't fade, Waddle into my dreams let this fever invade!