your body is a writhing mass sick pleasure internal: simulates the feeling of getting fing███d so who could blame you for getting off on it
welcome distraction from skin-deep iron chokehold to relish the euphoric sensation of your decay: lose yourself, lose more of yourself
new holes parting under organic ministrations pain and bliss exploratory and self-contained: renewed first mas█████tion
submission to the creeping hands born from your core fondling all that which they unravel of you: helpless admission of the eroticism inherent to coming undone
lips that bleed and knobby jointed
anesthetic posture sway
heavy burden self-appointed
friendly stranger - D.O.A.