A gap between the thighs, emptiness. A blank space where there should be something to fill the void, but there's nothing.
Then a slit as if someone snipped the flesh with scissors. This gooey mess once it's widened just a little bit. It looks painful and infected, flesh rubbing on flesh, a mouth without teeth.
I don't understand it but something deep in me desires it and wants nothing more than to taste and touch it with every sensory instrument I own.