Thirty perfect meat-shredders in a row, 

forty-two chompers

if you're kinky,

Tickle 

the virgin fancy,

but I moan for

the nasty stuff

don't 

hold back, baby,

spray me

with aerosolized

calculus galore

Mmm,

let me

suture that hole

for you

I could feel him inside me. Hard. Warm.

Though he only pressed against me, it was enough

As his mirror played with tongue

And the air was sucked from gum

I craved to have something more between my lips

Work you

Fingers trace

Fiscal

Through the night

I'll find every little sweet spot

And suck as much of you back that I can

You are mine, baby

I sweat for you

With a flick of my wrist

SENT

choke me

with the paper bib.

tasting gloved fingers,

lustful scent of blood lingers

when the scalpel penetrates my gum,

baby, you know you make me numb

jaw gone slack with one injection

of your

anesthetic

antiseptic

minty fresh

affection.

I arch

as you fall

unbroken

and whole

leaving me now

feeling you go

I breathe you in

as you sink

deeply to drown

we are lost

in the afterglow

of the little death

my fibrous love ....

Wow, the inflation

Adjusting my bottom line

Such capital growth

You enter my largest orifice,

It’s but a contest-

How much can fit in?

How deep can you go?

I pretend the extra sets of eyes

are not a distraction.

You allow me to spit,

my reward is a crown.