Unleavened Bread

Like unleavened bread

He masturbated to the call of her cum on his fingers

Folded and molded it

Into sculpted concrete

Kneaded it like clay

To mount it erect

Inside of her

 

Relentless did he stroke it upon her opulent lips

Backwards and forwards

Did it seep into the crevices

Of her safe keeping

He was filled with the restrained enjoyment

In her contentment

The conquest of her drenched orifice

The vigourous stride

The stroke of the womb

Inside her tummy

Punctured her pleasurable wounds

The recesses of her mind, blurred

Her cavity disassembled

 

Dampened by the smothering pillow

The convoluted gaze

She was showered with surrender

Bleeding from the tip

It bursted from the aperture

Of his vaulted bevel

Inconversable conversation and intercourse

Did he break

Inside her gaping canal

Brick and earth

He was filled with gladness