
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
“SO CAREFUL DO YOU RUN YOUR GENTLE FINGERS UNDER MY DRESSING GOWN”
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