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Now your soul returns. Consciousness seeps in

around the edges. Blink. Look down between


your splayed thighs to watch me watching you. Grin.

Blush a touch. When you said: “Make it obscene.”


When you said: “Are you still my big sister’s?”

I paused, poised over your plump swelling,


measured not in single centimeters

but in intensity, encompassing


everything, nestled soft, held safe by fat

baby phat lips. “I was but now I am yours.”


I’ve changed allegiances like that before.

Once she fluttered awake, too. “Horny brat,”


she called you. “Mine.” Go blind as the world roars

back in you, my lips tongue-smacking your core.