The art of penetration

My stomach keeps turning. Feeling this pain from the inside out and outside in. Wishing that it could all go away simply a dream that hosts a collection of my fears. Fears that only someone inside me could reveal . Your words penetrated my body and those words stroked long and deep filling me with u. U? What did u do to me? I crave your touch insatiable by anyone else but u. You hit that spot. Plucked and plucked away at my spot with your promises only to learn that a promise can always be broken. Damn u got me feenin for you, you are the only one who can cure my desire to be freed.
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