Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Fired Up, Eaten Up

A male firefly, just weeks to live,
I focus looking for Ms. Right,
Cuz I got genes I gotta give,
So I go blinking through the night.
A chemical butt beacon sends
Code that I wanna get it on.
Whether or not it works depends
On how lucky a hand I've drawn.
Cuz there's a femme fatale firefly
Who flash signals of pretense,
Hoping to fool a sex starved guy,
Then make a meal out of us gents.

As I was looking for my mate,
Guess who came to dinner - too late!