Impaling
on the staff
of flesh,
that which
gives
pleasure.
Writhing
grinding
into me
as if to ache in
a passionate
sweat
lingering. . .
lingering. . .
in her
pink aisle
draining her
until spent.
My God
what have you
done to me, she exclaims!!. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
anenotionaljourney.com
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