nom nom nom


Jiggling, sweat pools and jowls drool

Ill fitting, tight sitting, pants splitting

Slowly, thighs chafe and crevices clammy

Never ending, chair bending keep pretending

One more, maybe two, empty boxes

Lips licking leftover picking

Old notch, new notch new belt

Digging into squishy pink flesh

And more, ever more ravenous

Until alone, mouldy folds and cold

One last trip, fat to render

And dripping, burning furnace consumed


Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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