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anal sex, conversations with imaginary sisters, cunnilingus, cunt cum-drenched bald, erotic poetry, fuckdoll jane, glimmer, more than just spilled ink, poem, sonnet
Darkest night drawn to flesh, to forbidden
curves. You’re why I returned after your mom
banished me. Venus bitter sweet. “Christian
women don’t do that,” she said. Napalm
burns less than those words. “She won’t but I will.”
It’s why we’re both tensed, two bodies impaled
as one. Kisses that end in gasps. The thrill
of tough tongue lashes as you came, you wailed,
“For all that’s holy, harder!” Tongue to salve pain,
to salve darker things. My gnawing between
your hips. “Horny little demon,” she called
you. Ay, there’s the rub. “I’m your Fuckdoll Jane.”
You are while your mom works. We dream obscene.
My cock all glimmer. Your cunt cum-drenched bald.