Our Poet Lauerate of SLÜGS

The winner of the poets-only SLÜGS lottery has been decided: Wizard Lizard, who entered using this fine sizain, meant to evoke the tapering form of a shell:

Crawling along my skin
Cool through the summer breeze
Both naked we begin
To jerk and shake and sleaze
You provide all I need
With your slimy slick tail

Your mantle is hard
The tail underneath
I crave and reguard
I will be your sheath
If you show me how
(I can't really tell)

What's that you say?
Hermaphrodite?
I love risqué
And you can bite

What are you
doing to me
that hurts too

Please stop
No more

Slügs

The runner up by means of being the second contestant was Skullface Q, who provided "The Worm Quest":

I cant walk if my legs are cut
Cant say why the king eats mud.

For every footprint, a trail of death.
For every spell, a loss of breath.

Nothing chains me to daylight, as i see my life drains under this moonlight.
Screwed demon, filthy slut

Come here to try my steel and win a copy of slugs.

Although I had only but one prize to give I thank you both equally for participating! SLÜGS may have touched all of us, but SLÜGS should truly touch you both the most of all.