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I will finish you

though pinkish hands unsheathed me
and parted each silk curtain
to gaze on my seclusion
he could but only gasp.
For there, between each flexing breath:
an empty hole, unnatural.
though drawn into my gaping maw,
like victor more than vanquished
he spat his words from draining lips
in spidery whispers:
"I will complete you."
forgive me, then, if sated
on Love's sweet banquet, liquified,
I burst at once
and fall like rain
into your depths,
but I can only give as got:
I will finish you.

6 Jul 08

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Vagina poem go!

Not bad at all.
 — technomancer

i will-fully finish ewe.
: )
 — fractalcore