She saw his face and only had to look him in the eyes
for all of thirty seconds as his hands slid down her thighs.
Her body shook, her head tilt back
she’d waited to have this attack for years.
Immediately she felt herself, all his, reduced to tears.
His hands felt like two burning flames
they searched her every space and claimed it
as his very own.
In between tastes her sweet juice
a torrid passion then let loose;
tore at the sheets and mussed the bed.
He gripped her as she’d suffocate
while gasping underneath his weight
all the while she’s wanting more,
though his name she never said.
They devoured one another, open wide and undercover
intense and primal lovers and to some their state a shame.
He took her into rapture, she became his capture
Cost of one brief night of fame? She will never say his name.

12/17/2003

Author's Note: i guess this is the "her rebuttal" on the Stain piece...something in me saw it on the other foot and made me write about it.

Posted on 12/18/2003
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