Interior Forever Regrettably
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Remembering her nakedness with black
Triangle patch there at her center, he
Recoils these decades later, patch myth black
Now, more like cactus but its start sick brie,
The color of the venom mouth of snakes,
Of cobras actually but set in scales
Unslack, of pubic hairs and causing quakes
Inside his gullet now. He decades later quails
From loving of her sort, entrapping love
That takes his central self inside that hole,
Because his need to conquer, shaft, and shove
Swells, total, never thinking of her soul.
She opened IT. She opened pink and wide.
He rammed his slimy thanks inside, INSIDE.
by phillipw | Dec 18, 2024 | ST |