Is it
feminine yearning
or hollow heart echo?
Anticipation begs
a betrayal.
I want saturation,
to be slopped, sloshed,
soused and splattered.
There is a word,
there must be such a thing
as sated,
yet even when I am
oozing full with sticky love
from every orifice,
drowning, choking,
more and more,
my appetite
is endless.

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