Hues a blushing violet colour, a sun drifting to the depths beyond. Darkness settles.

Two rabid Gimps fist like there is a sale on ky .Crimson blood on  latex gloves.

Illumination through the drapes casts away shadows the darkness created.

Wearing diapers are kinky .but messy ones are sexy.

Smooth and velvety- a cool dessert, slightly sweet- captivating the senses.

Two gimps no cup only diaper spillage to dine on tonight.

A twist and knot builds in the stomach, bile arising alarmingly in the esophagus.

The smaller one pukes into the lap of the fat one. They grow wild .

Snuggled together, dreams welcome those who surcome to drowsiness.

The morning they awake to find themselves hungry again.

As regular the cyle of the setting sun, two souls will meet and continue their play.

Matt

***This poem was written with my friend my pookems itchyP, She is starting to realize my internet connection should be taken away. i started by asking her to explain poeticly how the sun enters the room. then i made my line. and ect.. figure it out .i wrote every second line......... still need my lawn cutt****