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You open
and offer it to me,
perfect and even.
I accept your offering,
hot and barely dead.
Fascinated by the
lust for bottom feeders,
succumbing to peer pressure
like a third grader,
I give in.
One bite and eyes
water, I choke and
cough, strangled by
an aphrodisiac,
oceans in
my mouth.
I smile and turn,
I don't want to
embarrass you
when I spit out
your gift. You
don't notice, though,
one's got you now,
tongue held captive
and I'm almost

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