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Indulging in Cocoa

 

12/10-12/14/11, by Abby Darling

 

Clear visqueen sheets of plastic

Covered across the floor

Naked or nearly

Body after body

Postured over one another

With one being dominant

And the other submissive

The latter waiting to receive

Anticipatory sensory pleasure

 

Inhaling thick, rich magma pool

Of mahogany substance

Bitter sweet

Hint of spice

Sharp to my nose

Clearing my head

And calming

 

Pouring hot gooey pitch-like liquid

On soft naked pink parts

And pale skin

 

Feeling

The heat warming

The cool coat

And then sitting with

Those sensations

And letting them

Settle for a while

 

Until it becomes comfortable

And I am at ease

To the concept of change

And what is different

In my body

 

I am drenched in dense fluid

On my neck and my nipples

On my belly and thighs

Like a decadent desert

Waiting to be eaten

 

And I am thoroughly examined

Like a morsel to be cherished

And devoured as delicately

As I was decorated

 

Soft saliva and gentle lips

Massaging in the confectionery

Wet and slippery tongue

Tracing thin lines

Within the creamy texture

 

Plush red pillows

Pressing their flesh

Down into darkness

And beckoning nectar

Into the mouth

 

Tasting the salt of the skin

Mixing with the savory sweetness

Makes natural juices

Flow from within

Allowing for even more

Of the dessert

To be collected

 

And what is not digested

Is smeared in

With face and cheek

And nose and chin

Sliding muddy matter

Thick and deep into me

 

And I throw my head back

And close my eyes

To exist in this instant

In such a state of pleasure

 

And as I do

I hear slapping and smacking

And kissing and licking

Writhing and wriggling

Squirming and sucking

And smiling and giggling

Best of all

The laughter

The happy frolicking

I hear in my periphery

As couples of all genders

And orientations

Play

 

Like children

Working on their favorite

Art project

Where one is the painter

And the other is painted

 

We are innocent again

And tease each other

With the soiled sticky umber mixture

Spreading it into circles

Upon a bleached leathery canvas

 

And some are intricate

In their craft and design

And utilize

Squishy milked marshmallows

Covered in delicious fondue

That is melting the candy treat

As it is dragged along to adorn

 

But not we

 

Instead

We are the messiest kids

In our extracurricular class

And if only for a moment

We let our compulsions

And neurosis go

And let ourselves go

With the moment

And give in to the urge

To be free with our filth

And not care

 

No cares at all

As even when

This creamy viscous dries

It crumbles to pieces

From our skin

To form a layer of dirt

For us to roll

Our bodies

On brown beads in

 

And just when I don’t think

It can get any better

What I’ve waited all night for

Finally occurs

 

And you drizzle

Fresh hot fluid

Onto my feet

And proceed to consume

My heels and my toes

Just as lovingly

And with as much

Adulterated reverence

As you have defiled and debased

The rest of my pure white host

 

And I am moaning

Thankfully

With dark pigment covered

All over my face

As I experience

A form of ecstasy

In this sober experience

Where sex, seed and sucrose

Are my drugs

And I really need no more

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