Monday Moan Poem.... Conquest ...... Prose Poem ..

She was to be his latest conquest

So pretty and small

But like the rest

She will confess

He's the best

And before the night falls

He'll have her climbing up the walls

Penetration

Hesitation

Her womb swallowed him almost whole

As soon as the head of his staff rammed past her folds

Instant heat, a shear grip, quickly envelop his swollen staff pole

Tides had turned
As he was the first, and the last
To moan...

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