Worn

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Into your gaping widemouthed rim he fell.
You turned your true face and tripped his ill placed feet with the sight of your ravenous eyes.
Inside your gorging throat, which seeks more than he can ever offer.
And he has offered.
The silly boy.
Boy sits and paces about your confines, his mind permeated with infatuated fumes of you.
The bed you've made

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[andrewbrink]

Wow! That really hurts....(even the tags, when they are read in succession)