He made her feel like a pornstar,
the way he hyped her
while she was on top.
His hand touched her soul
when it wrapped around her throat,
or went up the back of her neck,
And when that delicious tattooed hand tightens into a fist
with her hair woven through his fingers
She melts.
He pushes harder, pulls harder
she’s his even if he doesn’t want her.
He strokes the depth of her aura
when he strokes her skin
those hands
go straight through to her picean waters,
it ripples through her being.
He's a disaster
and he makes a mess
she giggles at the idea of serving him.
She can stand on her own,
but what joy to be carried.
Her need lies only between her legs
her want is written all over her.
Legs wrapped around his torso
arms around his neck
Lips meet, tongues dance
Spirits soar
if just for now
if just for fun
She happily lost
He happily won
-Er
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