I say yes
as his fingers close around
my windpipe, cutting off air

I say yes
as he pushes me into the wall
shoving his hand under my skirt

I say yes, please,
as his fingers roughly
rub against my wet bits

I say yes
as his mouth crushes mine
tongue invading, as his fingers slide home

I say yes
as he whimpers, my strapon
lodged deep in his ass

I say yes
as I struggle against you
pushing with the deepseated primal urges

I say yes
as my fingers close around your mouth,
your nose, holding you still and quiet

I say yes
my fingers entwined with yours
as time stops for us here
our juices mingled as our souls

11/12/2007

Posted on 11/13/2007
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