Man of Steel at Rest

Man of Steel at Rest

Sunday Morning, Superman’s still
in bed. A large puddle of drool
on his pillow; Lois in the
kitchen to get away from his
chainsaw snores. His red
underwear and blue tights lying
on the floor after last night.
Lois needed to be saved again.
Lex Luther never gives up. captured
her on the way to her mother’s.
Superman didn’t mind, it turns
him on. Holding on to her ass, as
he carries her through the clouds.
“Oh, Superman!” she says...she
always says that. He often
wonders if she’s faking it. He wonders
if Batman has the same trouble
with Catwoman. “I’d like a piece
of that ass!” he thinks as his face
cracks a smile, revealing the drool
still flowing from his lips to the
pillow below.