He lets this lie ’til the lights go out. Then he gobbles it down, licks my skin as I slip to sleep. Long laps from a meat-greased tongue. Warmth and grit. Wet mouth and whiskers.
The smell slips to pores. Seals in. Turns sweat to spoiled gravy. I put arm to nose and breathe it deep. Taste the stink of slime, rooster clits and boiled chicken dicks.
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