Sonnet for an Orc

You make my heart speed up and thump inside
To view once more your orcish form so fair
The perfect sickly greenness of your hide
The spiny, unkempt bristles of your hair
To smell the perfume of your sweaty musk
Just makes me want to love you evermore
So do your ladylike and dainty tusks
Always freshly trimmed and dipped in gore
Humans shrink, they'll never understand
The beauty of your form from top to toe
How they can look at all your scars and warts
And somehow not find love, I'll never know
They really should just stop and stare and gawk
Just like I do my love, my sweet, my orc

Stuart Sharp is a writer and postgraduate history student currently living in East Yorkshire.

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