

I cannot say that it's conventional, But my love for this tentacle is exceptional, Its slimy touch and gentle sway, Keep my heart aflutter every day. It snuggles me in its embrace, And I am lost in its warm grace, Its suction cups, oh how they thrill, As we dance together, still. Others may judge and fail to see, The beauty of this love between me, But I know that this tentacle and I, Will remain each other's until we die. So let them scoff and think it strange, For nothing in this world can change, The love we share, just me and my tentacle, And that's all that matters, oh so magical.