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Vorish and non-vorish poetry. Some of the work may contain heavy amounts of romance, so be advised.
I squirm and moan and thrash in her belly, but I know I shall not escape from this humid place. Acids coat my skin and pour over my body, but they do not fill me with pain or burn my flesh. Gastric juices pull nutrients from my body and pull it into her intestines, but leave me unharmed. My love sings a song, her grace and beauty flowing through her words and pouring into my soul. Trapped as I am in her churning gut, I am not afraid, feeding my lover's hunger with my body. I imagine her belly, b
Love (In) Her Belly
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For a Lover Would you do anything for your lover? Would you give yourself to her totally and completely, submitting yourself to her endless passion? Would you let yourself be swallowed up by her, encompassed in a womb of her love and admeration? Would you let her flow through your veins, and absorb each and every part that makes you who you are? Would you let her seep into your mind, extracting every thought, memory, feeling, and emotion, until you are but an empty shell? Would you let her
For a Lover
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