It fits like a glove only it is not a glove, and I use more
than my fingers to fill it, drawn in, feeling each inch inside, like a glove
that is not a glove, and I swell to fill it, and still feel the need to feel
more, to fill it up with all of me, and all that I can get pumped out of me,
the in and out of it, tight, tighter still, and deeper, a pain cure for a pain
I feel each time, the need to release it, yet never too soon, edging in,
teasing the tip before I can make it fit, like a glove that is not a glove, a
place filled with more than just my fingers or my tongue, tight tighter still,
drawing me in so deep I cannot get out, never want to ,going in and in more,
feeling how tight it can get around me
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