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Poker .... Prose Poem

His head slowly peeps out its security blanket,

And stretches outward

The smooth round surface of his bald head slides through her well manicure bush,

Something he hasn't run into for a very long time

But the sensations of its slippery thickness jogs his memory,

As he forges forward through it

The familiarity feel of being choked,

Surrounds his large bulbous head

As he penetrates deep into her slippery tight orifice,

Memories of unadulterated bliss flash before his eye

What took him so long to return?

Slips past his mind...