various frustrations concerning the hiccup-fart orgasm

and so it was that after a good run of

great sex & many lovers,

s/he came across a period of time unlike

any of her/his friends could come close to comparing,

a time of

frustrating

hiccup-fart

orgasms.

 

each time s/he was getting towards that final punch of that final round

rockin’ & a sockin’ like the robots themselves,

off went the gas pumps inside &

oh

the

embarrassment---

the kissing went ripe as the

hiccups blew in the face of the lover still trying to concentrate

(and dinner only a few minutes/hours ago, now cascading in a fine mist across the face) &

as if that wasn’t enough to drive a stake in any

romance of any satisfactory quality,

out came the blast from the other end

filling the scene with

custom methane &

sooner than later

(as if it was anticipated anymore by the other party),

the end result of

what coulda’ been,

shoulda’ been,

but clearly

wasn’t.