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So bittersweet the Guinness,
the nectar from your sweet kiss.
I waited so long for the smooth thick liquid to lubricate the dry walls of my throat.
The creamy head sticks to the top of my lips.
And you sat, relaxed.
in front of an open fire
and I savoured the taste: the sharp knife cutting my palette.
Still, I desired more: your soft skin.
Remembering — the smooth translucent alabaster sheath of your scrotum sliding in and out of my mouth — you lying in an exposed white aluminium bathtub on a grey stone tiled floor, in the middle of a dimly, candlelit room. And although it was cold, I could feel the heat from the hammer hitting against the red hot metal.
Beneath, I saw the emerald veins: the fabled rivers of the green isle flows: from which an alluring alien creature emerges.
As beautiful as life,
vessels channelling blood.
Overcome by the pang of hunger I devoured and slurped.
Strobe lights flash images in my head.
The plump purple plum fills my mouth and slides out.
My tongue glides down your smooth translucent thighs, valves opened wide, residue: a sticky silver trail…
