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Click heresymphony of sweat-soaked sheets,
she tells me,
"fuck me hard,"
brutal,
and I oblige.
we are a mechanical motion
pumping and gyrating into infinity,
so much so that she needs that pain
to feel real.
she shifts into that gear called reality,
screaming and writhing.
I feel like the conductor of an orchestra
when she lets me play her
like an instrument:
I sound a melody and she howls,
sunday's finest church choir.
honestly, I hope the neighbor
keeps pounding on the wall,
that bass line is incredible.
she rips at my hair, tears at the skin
grasping for something beyond physical.
I bear it but I don't even
feel it, anymore.
hands pinned, pistons flaring in fevered
frenzy.
her eyes are wild for the kill.
predator,
fucking brutal.
"hit me,"
and I strike a chord like a rock star,
reunion tour style.
leads to wild and dangerous exploits, TK U MLJ LV NV
a brutal fuck
just left of the
<i>what's left</i>
looking that way,
leaving me
bereft
like a smiths song or
perhaps a harp
strung backwards.