The Purified Holder


Your label need only say
One word
One that I know is my sustenance
Like thirsting for a piece
that would welcome or not my
animal nature
Like a top is to a bottom
The mission will be accomplished
The way I squeeze your supple skin
provokes a melody not even Beethoven
could arouse
I see your end
And I quiver
I need much more
Much more
Until I’m done
Until I’m done with you
Only one position is possible to empty you
The only way I can accept all of You
The only way to feel accomplished
Though, a vacuum down your middle
could work as well
Apart there is intention
Reconnected 
the time has come and gone
For now
Sometimes, it only takes once
And like a gentle bully
a place is located for you to rest
One that houses or has bedded others like You
Then, I will remove You
Either as trash or to receive my security deposit
in return
We are insatiable

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