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The scent of your fluid is so divine

I need it in my mouth

Squeezing boils, sucking from holes

Harvesting liquid gold from open sores

Slicing thin skin veil with rusted metal

Producing sweet nectar

Dripping down my esophagus

Trickling down my innards

Stomach lining filled to the brim

Pressure immense, ready to burst

Rupture

Abdomen exploded

Gurgling the excretion from out of my stomach

Cycle through the throat drink it down, funnel back out of my belly