Erotic PoetryCharlotte's Webher own face
as a mask,
her spider's eyes
holding eight
vacant universes,
she bobs
up and down,
her tongue caressing
his warm skin,
pulling his hot squirt,
feeling the droplets
in her belly,
hoping they will grow.
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