Darkness Hits Hard
He never knew it could feel like this.
Like every pore of his skin was a black hole or an ocean or a fisheye, gazing inward and outward all at once, or a mouth, lips opening and closing in unspoken pleas to be filled, for every one of his microscopic orifices to be satiated…full…complete.
He’d never realized before the sheer
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