When She Slept
a dancer in an endless pirhouette.
She was a bobbin, being spun to be covered
with an infinite thread of crystalline sugar,
being sprayed directly from the penis in the dark.
She was coated,
beginning from her feet, up her legs,
around her arms, her torso, and to her neck.
All that was free from this bind of sweetness was her face.
To him, so wound. So bound.
She could not move.
She was confined in the web of this man in the dark.
While she remained herself within the strands of sugar,
he grew, more than double in height, and towered over her.
His nourishing phallus hung over her head,
and rained down unto her a steaming hot shower.
She bathed in his water,
and the sugar coating melted away.
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