Flutter

Storytelling lulls so he

wraps those lovely arms about

the orb of her,

mammaries, melon.

Fresh fruit swims within,

overripe clings without.

He’s mask, mask, mask.

Ingesting bounty.

Placing three aggregates, he’s calm.

She heaves

He hands in a thousand.

Cash.

She pushes, bears

down. He’s lost; shrivels

fast. Fish baby, melon

surfaces, bobs.

Gleaming.

Chattering, she is equidistant

from fresh and fallen.

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