Friday, July 29, 2011

B is for The Chasm

His penetration did not fill her void
It calmed her some
Filled her lungs with the air she would need for the end rush
There was no happy ending
The chasm was too deep and much too wide
For a mere pound of flesh to fill
She thanked him for his B+ effort
“Please come again”
Her legs were now closed for business
The darkness swallowed what she could not
The void was wider than she could spread
Pain and pleasure was an uncontrolled fever
And the bed sheets offered…
No solution.

The Chasm
Tracy J H