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Vagina Dentata
(collaboration of The Utopian Society)
Should I do it?
Where to put it in?
Tell me:
Which hole’s the goal?
Shall I enter
the heavenly place
known by all,
or is
the rear entrance
preferred??
I want to enter
the sweet spot,
then hang out
and
become
more than myself
But,
will she accept
what little I have to offer,
or
will she just laugh??
Somehow,
she can
make something of it,
take what you have,
and make it grow
She gives strength
to boneless flesh
and willingly
draws it within
her luscious velvet lips
Beneath those lips,
she bears rows of teeth
like a shark.
Feeding frenzy time begins…
Strips of sodden flesh
fall to the ground
as blood flows freely
from the wounds
Sealed with salt,
seared, cauterized,
realized
that the pain
is that
of the healing flesh
Feeling as if
entering the portal
was a mistake.
If I had only chosen
differently
then my manhood
would be intact
and these screams
of painful ecstasy
would go unheard
If this
were only but a nightmare,
then this illusion would pass.
But Alas,
No.
Should I do it?
Where to put it in?
Tell me:
Which hole’s the goal?
Shall I enter
the heavenly place
known by all,
or is
the rear entrance
preferred??
I want to enter
the sweet spot,
then hang out
and
become
more than myself
But,
will she accept
what little I have to offer,
or
will she just laugh??
Somehow,
she can
make something of it,
take what you have,
and make it grow
She gives strength
to boneless flesh
and willingly
draws it within
her luscious velvet lips
Beneath those lips,
she bears rows of teeth
like a shark.
Feeding frenzy time begins…
Strips of sodden flesh
fall to the ground
as blood flows freely
from the wounds
Sealed with salt,
seared, cauterized,
realized
that the pain
is that
of the healing flesh
Feeling as if
entering the portal
was a mistake.
If I had only chosen
differently
then my manhood
would be intact
and these screams
of painful ecstasy
would go unheard
If this
were only but a nightmare,
then this illusion would pass.
But Alas,
No.
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