Iseut of the White Hands Slick
She moves her white hands down to find his dark
Disgustingness, exactly what her need
Is in this darker moment. Long, and stark,
And thick it promises disgusting seed
If she is brave and desperate enough
To take it everywhere that it would go.
She wants it hard and vehement to stuff
Itself inside her, all, its darkest glow,
To stretch the hole between her hips, the hole
Behind each lip, and, yes, the hole between
Her thighs. She wants that dark-veined, urgent pole.
She wants that utterness to pound her spleen.
..Yet first she has to find it with white hands
….Before she can accept its male commands.
~ Phillip Whidden