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that you are
for I see
into your creasing folds
I wrench myself
into your labial laments
and you enfold me
in the damp crystal
of your cunt
tempting me
with succulent
titbits
from the
can of worms
you say you keep
for me alone
but do you?
you slag
you drag me
entrails first
from down below
where I have
fitfully slept
you wrestle me
fighting into the night
with sharp red claws
drawing scars
on my crying cheeks
you chomp me down
like all the other
fat dick men
that you enjoy
but I
am just a fragment
of your partylife
that you leave
on the edge
of your plate
damp
with spittle
and unfulfilled lust
