There are no sharp edges here
Only the soft moist pillows
That take me in
And swallow me whole,
Warmth against my heat,
Receiving me,
And this one hard edge I bring,
Soft rubbing hard,
The determined drip of time
Wearing away my stiff touch
And my desperate need,
A heated exchange,
A snake oil cure
For the ache I feel,
Rubbing me until
I feel no more pain.
There are no soft edges here,
Yet in her soft embrace
She wears me down,
One slow stroke
After another,
Growing more rapid
More intense,
Her silky interior
Yielding to my stiff kiss
Until she wins,
Her supple touch
Defeating me completely.
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