HCB.
perfectly nestled
in the warmth
her sleeping hand
tickles your balls
while you read
the words
of an angry old man
whose goods might as well be buried
under a mountain
of decaying filth
for all the love they now get
and you laugh
knowing one day
that will be you
hidden beneath the rot
lusting for the moment
when her perfect hand
reaches out from sleep
for a feel
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