Interior Forever Regrettably

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Remembering her nakedness with black

Triangle patch there at her center, he

Recoils these decades later, patch myth black

Now, more like cactus but its start sick brie,

The color of the venom mouth of snakes,

Of cobras actually but set in scales

Unslack, of pubic hairs and causing quakes

Inside his gullet now.  He decades later quails

From loving of her sort, entrapping love

That takes his central self inside that hole,

Because his need to conquer, shaft, and shove

Swells, total, never thinking of her soul.

  She opened IT.  She opened pink and wide.

    He rammed his slimy thanks inside, INSIDE.