Once upon an Earth lit night,
On NASA Moon base two,
I chanced to spy a cute Brunette –
A space Cadet named Yu.
Her eyes were dark and beautiful
Deep as a lunar mare-
And, free from bra and gravity-
her breasts beyond compare.
Love in Microgravity
Is a curious affair
She brought me to her snuggle tube
And she restrained me there.
She straddled on the launching pad
And docking was effected
And after a few awkward strokes
Our cadence was perfected.
The Moon Child that resulted
From our friendly first embrace
Forced Yu to have to shuttle back
to Earth from outer space.
It seems that Human embryos
Need gravity to grow.
Else their hearts would be too weak
Their reflexes too slow.
So, like Salmon, we go back
to where our mothers birthed.
Procreation’s problematic
beyond the bounds of Earth.
We named our daughter Luna
-Unoriginal, I know.
And now we’re out near Jupiter
getting busy on Io.
By John F. McCullagh
John F. McCullagh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earthlight-sexual-situations-microgravity/
