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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005

Eaten

Amaranthine Fetish

Aaaah
The flesh
So smooth
Slick with lust
Or is it another fluid?
No matter
Same effect
A simple massage
Inevitable
It had to end in union
Your body eased
Then teased
My hands the initial tool
Fluid
Oozing along you
Finding crevices
Stained body
Stained sheets
My hands stray
Seeking
Probing
Delving
I find you
As outside so in
Moist
This arouses
Both
My tongue teases
Kissing
Darting
My lips gather flesh
Pulling against it
My teeth clamp
Finding your pain
Feeding you pleasure
I taste
Mmm
Devine
Sweet
Not savoury
I give what you expected
Probing
Insertion
Fingers
These you know
For you can do this
Aaaah
But I am your someone
This tongue would know you
So it devours
My grizzled chin
Used to effect
As it too stimulates
When I insert
Digitise
Well
You die
Your body in a rictus
Insane convulsions of pleasure
They rip through you
Building to a resonant beat
When finally
Unable to hold back
You gush
Letting me taste you
I lap it up
Only sensing you
For my ears are damaged
Caught in the grip of your lust
At last
Sated
I lift my head
Your eyes are glazed
You smile fully
I see your heart
It tries to punch through your chest
You squeeze my hand
When I ask how you are
You can only respond
With a sigh
When finally you speak
It is to thank me
For letting you die so well

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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