Acquiescence

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Fingers, hands, soft legs and swiftly curving back
eager, no, insistent, for present need to couple.
Reaching, touching, clutching with their forceful tack
they bend her will with insidious speed, deceptively supple.

Lost, intertwined in battle with some personal devils
she succumbs, lost command of body, mind and soul.
Hot blood has boiled and brought her to a level
of seeking fiery death, impaled upon the pole.

At the brink, her sinews taut, as one upon a rack,
a scream escapes and breath's pace to double.
She cannot stop, escaped control never coming back,
roiling wet explosions obliterate her care or trouble.

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didijune48didijune48about 15 years ago
nice

A little bit hard for the French girl to totally get it...

But some parts are more than suggestive or erotic. A bit kinky.

Good job dear Wizard.

george55george55about 15 years ago
hey Mav

you could have said, alas it took a toll,

but then you would have had drivel.

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureabout 15 years ago
Impaled upon the pole?

That's the clincher for me. It didn't do anything for me. Erotica or porn? The age-old question. To me, this is porn.

Tess

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