I've attempted to contrive
The perfect date, entailing me
Being swallowed whole, alive.
A sort of sexual destiny.
First like a snake you'll open wide
And drop me in, I'm docile, nude.
Without a struggle, I will slide
Into your mouth. I am your food.
The muscles in your throat will tense
and hug me as I slither down.
From lack of air I lose my sense,
In stomach acid start to drown.
Your rubbery stomach walls are tight
Against my now-digesting skin.
You thought that maybe I would fight
but all that I can do is grin.
I curl up in fetus style,
Amidst my tissues dissolved to foam.
I'll probably be here for a while;
I try to make myself at home.