Well-Spent Life

She’d never had a cock inside her;
She ached to be fulfilled.
Feathery kisses from sorority sisters
Fluffed her fur until she’d come,
Fingers probing, flexing, fisting
Let her ride a fantasy horse
With pelvic rocking, grinding
Pestle to their clenched mortar.
Stretched nether lips pulsed tightly
Gripping lubricated toys the
Better to enliven her engorged clit.
Tribbing contributed, frotting on flesh and furniture
Furthered her desperate searches for perfect release.
Her little dog licked but fell
Far short of filling her despite
It’s stream of trickling come
Squeezed through its eager thrusting knot.
Women friends pissing into, onto her
Gave golden moments soon just cold and wet
On stained sheets, in empty bathtubs, on kitchen floors.
Body tea and lemonade gave salty
Shudders in sips and gulps that
Rippled down milk lines to her core
Despite occasional gagging.
Needles, cutting, butane flame
Abused her perfectly sensitive breasts,
Her nipples straining
As if attempting to pop off.
Sister, teacher, spinster primly
Proper to unknowing gazes,
Librarian of secrecy in retirement from
School’s churning hormones,
She caressed herself to sleep each night,
Fluttery orgasms speaking a
Silent language of body adoration
She’d never had a cock in her well-used cunt,
Not even against her skin or in her hand, yet
As she came one last time,
With the help of a hospice nurse,
She smiled, closed her eyes
Fulfilled by a wonderful hidden life of
Body exploration, of journeys through sensation.

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