B is for Stealing

His penetration did not fill her void It calmed her some Filled her lungs with the air she would need for the end rush But… 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 29:07:11 Tracy J H