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Into the Midnight Maw

Into the Midnight Maw

Fantasy
just plays
its tune,
and saunters
on its way.

There's nothing
as fulfilling as
a night
switched on
to day.

The circumspecting
rounds
of lust
that crush
and raise the roof

become
an invitation
to those bites
by midnight
tooth.
Written by runningturtle87
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Author's Note
The delineaments of gratified desire.....Wm. Blake


Some find sex gratifying. The act. And they're done.

Some duplicate their original experience, and that is the objective, and the partner doesn't matter.

Sometimes it's a fraction of the experience, so much so that it's not a shared experience. It's a measured experience. A fantasy that has no analogue in real life.

Sometimes mutual enjoyment requires pain, rejection, humiliation.

Sometimes the timing is off, some quirk is not just right, or something about the experience just simply does not match up with the expected image.

Rather than explain, divulge, or reaching intimacy, the experience ends in secrecy and shadows.

Constant change has us chasing ghosts, images, and shreds of dreams
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