Bear/Rocket/Lily-pad (Girl)

I'm a little shocked she says.
Why?
Well it's only our second time...
and...
I came a little.
Good.
It was like a small compact one,
but very intense she says.
Very good I think.
It was 'aight I say.
If I have the honor and the privilege
to have sex with you
again
things could get a
little...
crazy
she says.
Fucking rocket ship!
I think.
Ignition blast off!
Very cool I say.
Later that night
when the shuttle fuel has burned
empty,
I am alone.
Sitting next to his used spacesuit.
Dancing bear-cosmonaut-soliloquizes.
Could she have been
faking it he asks?
Was it real?
It was real for me.
Coming is easy,
the going is hard.
Growl/roar/scream/howl
grunt/ hoot/hiss/squawk!
5,4,3,2,1.
Blastoff.
And he walks toward a short hibernation.
I am a bear, he thinks. Who cares?
Smiling he goes to sleep on his lily-pad.
Head rested on gentle claws.