You naughty, dirty bomb. You’re an atomic thot, when you burn, my God it gets hot. Your curves protrude matching your threatening attitude. 

Your tits glow uranium green, you irradiate me, make my fifth limb grow. In your heat, your blast, that super sonic boom; I’m eviscerated, obliterated and annihilated by your passion in its fireball show. 

Why, then, does it have to get so cold? When our fission ends, the fallout begins and you cake my world with a debris-rich plume. What of me when I’m without your heat? You’ve Immortalised with the crater beneath my feet. When it’s over, you never join me in your rain; sheets and sheets of nuclear infused tears.