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His hands around
my throat
Just hard enough

i can feel my face
Turning red
As i struggle to draw a breath

His eyes intense
And locked on mine
Watching for a sign

As the pleasure rises
my breath controlled
By someone other then me

my fear rises
As i start to run out
Of oxygen

i can no longer hold His gaze
And turn my head away
Giving Him the sign

Instantly His hands
Are removed and
i can draw breath again