Non-Erotic PoetryCommunionnursed on him
like a newborn calf,
her dark haunted eyes
looking up at him
as though she were in search of
some long lost savior.
But she was his, this the
real M&M, this Magdalene,
Mary and Mother.
He wanted to
reach down and take her head
in his hands
as she slid up and down his cock
forgetting about the nails
just for the moment.
The sea of eyes,
now counted among their number
not one but four Buddhas,
each frantically checking
their identical diamond-studded Rolexes,
clearly waiting for something to happen.
He ignored the screams of his peers,
also bound to the wood,
momentary cries of joy
as they released into their own saviors'
devouring mouths,
soon to be replaced once more,
by screams of agony.
Soon he too screamed his mini-death,
pouring his seed
down his own emimen's
throat, as she hungrily
licked the fleeing white cream
from her chin,
looking up at him
with those black devouring seeking eyes.
He looked down at his
emaciated, hollow body
as she resumed sucking the life
out of him
to the cheers
of the frenzied multitude,
now harboring 10,000 Buddhas
among its members,
each desperately checking
their identical Rolexes,
transparently a single time traveler
eagerly waiting
for something to happen.
But what?
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