There's no exit or doors
we are locked
together for all eternity
to consummate
other peoples weddings
without restraints
or limits.
Like the ladies of the night
which never ends,
they always want more
for it's pure joy
the enwrapment of us :
inside a pyramid
do we lay.
It's like a tomb of erotics
to be embalmed
by their touches, kisses
like drawing out
the white from my dick
into their cunts
for brains.
It fills us like a garden
with all scents,
and pleasures imaginable:
they remove skin,
put it back on forehead
constantly, draining
it of life.
Like scarabs they devour me,
pinch every nerve
which runs below my skin,
for each one is done
a new one takes its place
to take me again
and over.
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