Hollow Spaces

Puncture me with the exactitude

Of your pristine assemblage

Deep within the hollow spaces of my inner cheek

Full of saliva

Furnish me with your molten character

Winsome in its delicate pleasing

So careful do you run your gentle fingers under my dressing gown

The colour that is sable

It lay wakeful in the belly of the mouth of the beast

Inside the crevices

It comes in droves

Unto my bare frame

Like melted chocolate

First it frothed

In the multitude that is your fleshy cum

It gleamed like freshly paved asphalt

After the rain