Her whispers were still dancing my head
Her breath still hot on my shoulders
Our office trysts were thrilling for there intimacy and secrecy
She seemed to thrive on the danger
Her mood was always wild and unpredictable
As I watched her bound down the hall
She looked over her shoulder
Eating the banana I had given her
I think she was smiling
And later as I stood on the observation deck
And watched her with her companions
I knew that I made the right decision
Taking the job as the Director of the Primate Exhibit
At the city zoo
I also knew that I was an extremely disturbed man
With a hankering for Chimpanzees and office sex
But sometimes it’s just best to let fate play our its cards
And hope that one day what people see now as an abomination
They might soon see as something beautiful
I watched as she spun around in a tire hanging from the jungle gym
And I winked and waved
And wondered how my family was going to react
When I bring her home for the Christmas holidays
This "literature" is getting far to sophisticated for me...I don't understand "trysts". I would look it up on the internet, but my computer is broken. I am also disgusted by the rest of the passage. How could this Fish post something as nauseating as this. I read and I felt myself gagging...how can Fish put in a line like "best to let fate play our its cards". It makes no sense, please edit your work. (-3 for bad grammar)
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