Oyster

I ate her raw like I would

an oyster, all tongue and no teeth

the way she wanted to be eaten,

she made herself a feast of

perfume and lotion so I went in

raw bodies heaved in motion

she clutched at me,

she became a moan,

I became a groan,

but together damn

we were a symphony.

Reviews

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Oh man with this one you get me. That must been some psychedelic oyster with hint of Venus. Another great observation of our magical reality.

[JR]

Whole lotta Venus heh. Thanks for reading.