Wombat love is...
Like two cinder blocks knocking together.
Rough and tumble and "down under."
A violent dance of backward kicking,
Rump biting, and tunneling deep.
Deep.
Long lasting, hard breathing, strenuous.
A satisfying, dizzying romp
Of circles and figure eights.
Everything we hope for.
What our mates dream of.
Well. It just...is.