i stood there with a blank stare upon my face
the question still heavy on my mind
'please' she urged..in a desperate tone
'please put your finger in my hole'
her voice was trembling and eager
i could see the yearning in her eyes
her emotions were palpable
she was shaking with anticipation
i shifted my feet and wondered fearfully
i had never been asked to do this before
what was i to expect
what would the results be
again she asked 'please, put your finger in my hole'
i stuttered and stammered
it was the best i could do
i was trying to buy time to find a way out
but before i knew it
she grabbed my hand and guided it to entry
slowly...gently
my finger penetrated her flesh
slowly...gently it was guided deeper
it was enveloped..yet the hole remained
larger..more ominous
i slid a second digit in to fill the void
more tension...more exertion
yet, the hole remained
the third finger went in almost too easily
the chasm was larger then first percieved
i was feeling overwhelmed
what possibly could i do to fill her hole
what if my hand wouldn't be enough
slowly...gently
i inserted my fourth digit
she moaned as the hole started to fill
slowly...gently
she thrust my hand deeper
finally my whole hand delved into the depths
i was mortifed and thrilled at the same time
i could feel her pulse
i could feel her tissue wrapping around my hand
i stood there silently as my hand was inside her
she writhed and wriggled
filled with ecstacy
for the first time in many years
the hole in her heart was full
i held her heart in my hand
such a soothing beat
something so fragile
healed with a gentle touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem