Squid CaveMature

There's a hole in my body
it's where i have sex.
Well it's not so much a hole, 
but a cavity.  

It's a hollow space
in back of my eyes
where my slippery mind
conducts its activity. 

Just like the heart throb
I get involuntary impulses
to take ill-advised risks 
with my appendages. 

Like curious tentacles 
bristling with taste buds
seeking pleasure without
fear of damages.

The End

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