Shell of defenselessness
i rip it brutally
open
tearing the soft oink flesh
steamy tendrils whisper
sweetly
i could not wait
to clutch at them within held in
it's meaty muscle of sweetness
held tartly shut
clenched against me
in vein this blood
i drink
cutting with teeth desire is
hungers appetite
pushing to pull at the edges
as it's now beaton
sound a soft plop gives
way to my sucking mouth
inflamed full pink stomach
pumped
into mine...
You are really writing through your mouth with this one, I am allergic so all yours to enjoy... wish I can see your expression as you pen these fine pieces
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I would like to translate this poem
oh my this is the 1 that keeps you thinking... I feel as if i need to write some more just to reach your level