She catches her breath,
her mind flooded with thought,
her body static with need;
'What is this passion for you?
It crumbles any weak shield there may have been...'
She wanted his head to cast a shadow,
Her hand touching that darkness;
Riding the pleasure of nymphal osculation;
Tasting his power in her moisture when
He saved her first peak to share inside of her.
She knew he would travel the trail
Of her body and soul's lustful quest,
He would leave hot breath in her hair,
on her neck and breasts...
Never would he hurt her; rather;
He would conquer her pain in
Peaks of overwhelming pleasures
They would share.
She wanted him now,
She wanted him, needed him, craved
The healing he would thrust upon her,
In her, dominating her such that she
Submits in this sweet trust.
She catches her breath,
her mind flooded with thought,
her body static with need...
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