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Power Play (Need This).

Never
in a billion years
would he have dreamed
that he would find
himself here.

His dominance:
requested.
Providing balance.
Leaning him closer
towards psychic
equilibrium.

“Rape me,” she pleads.
Confusing.
Dark and welcoming.

Ethics, liberty,
comes down
to consent,
so rest easy, twisted
fucker, rest easy.

No shame in fulfilling requests.

In passionate violence
coupled with the deepest
form of empathy, he cupped
his hand lightly

around her throat,
the other, tightly
around the base
of her ponytail

and buried
her into him,
interface achieved
in smooth,
intense, key-in-lock

fashion in the more literal form
of her soft,
versatile lips tightly puckered,

pulsating
around the base
of his swollen,
rock-hard
hunk of manhood,

rhythmically maneuvering
her head in elegant,
constructively-aggressive,
rigidly-controlled pursuit of fleeting
yet life-altering, ego-transforming
coalescence.

She likes it,
he reminded himself.
She wants this,
needs this.

And you…

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