They are just big enough
To fit in the palms of my hands,
Seamless until the tips
That grow stiff
At my touch,
Soft to hard
With each caress,
Stiffer the more I squeeze
Hotter at the points,
Like a scalding poker
Straight out of the fire.
They are just big enough
to smother me
as I taste those places
where my fingers have been,
the rough surface of those tips
stiff against the smooth
touch of my tongue,
hardening as my lips surround them,
moist from something sweet inside
the taste of which
like fine wine
makes me ache for more
They are just big enough
For me to swallow whole
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