A Finger To Fill The Hole Poem by Half Past

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