She stuck to his side, like a barnacle at sea

Attracted to him, but a bit too smutty

He ignored her advances, brushed off moves

Letting her know, he would never approve

Of the way she clung, to his macho physique

Loving the way, he exuded mystique

But he wanted nothing, to do with her

Scrapping away, like a mad saboteur

Finally, he was able to release from her grip

A bodacious barnacle, had no place on his ship

June Writing Prompt – Bodacious barnacles – Day 29/30

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