Vulnerable

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Precarious is she,
A naked felicity.
Want that rugged touch.
Never, is it too much.
Ready for an onslaught.
Control is her thought.
She climbs on him.
Something of a whim.
Positions her fire.
Calls upon rapture’s choir.
Firm hands, on tender breast.
Is more than she can digest.
Hips begin a piston kiss.
Black outs, from this bliss.
Sword steadfast in her.
Thrusts stop.

Time to transfer.

He rolls her over,
Advantage for his takeover.
Her body is explored.
Her mind implored.
Unbridled force.
A thoroughbred horse.
Completely submitted.
In a puddle, they emitted.

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