
Jam
It is a dark night, it is there that unresistable sweet jelly. Calling to you as you sleep. Has woken you again from a deep dream. Need to consume those sweet fruits. No time for spoon, fingers whatever they fit as to place them into mouth. The unforgettable taste of the sweet tartness syrup caresses the back of his throat, exciting your tongue with his sweetness and texture, only you travel down your throat feeling the empty void left there without it.



