Ok peeps not kink related but a glimpse into me, I'm a massive Shark freak, I'm obsessed with them. Several shark tattoos and the soul reason I learned to dive. I was watching SHARK FEST on TV the programme was called WHEN SHARKS ATTACK j was inspired to write this.....enjoy
Let's do lunch
Swimming through the shallows, what shall I eat today, will it be a turtle or will I find a man at play
He knows I'm swimming in here but still he has no fear, he thinks he thinks shallow waters are nice and safe but he doesn't know I'm here
I heard him splashing in the surf, it sounds like the dinner bell, so I thought I'd come and take a look, I just followed him by the noise and smell
Turtle shells are really tough, seals are hard to chase, but humans are easy pickings, I love the shock upon their face
They thrash about playing, or they love to ride big waves, to me they are all fair game, when it's dinner that I crave
I must admit there's not much meat, not much blubber on their back, not much calorific use to me but still I must attack
It's part of my shark DNA hard wired into my brain, see something that looks like food, hit it like a train
But if you all stayed on the beach, you'd be safe that is my hunch, but nope you still climb in the sea and end up being lunch
THE KINKY POET
