My half-decorous poetry
Was all I had to offer, when
I stepped right in the dark room
And felt the dark take over

I swam across the dimmed room
And was about to become bare, when
I heard a voice and felt the moist
Which then wrapped me up in haven

I tried to get a taste of
The flesh which flowed all over
When I heard the smell of something
which then fed on me and lingered

It fed and fed and ravaged
All my flesh and all my being
It fed on me for hours
Until I stopped to let it

I stopped to let it do it
For as long as it had want to;
For had I haven’t done that
It would’ve never let go

I wanted it to be there
And to give me all the pleasure
It’s just I couldn’t handle
All the love and all the pressure

August 2010

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