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With just a slight calculated brush 

The beauty of an Angelic face transforms 

Lecherous Eyes tear clothing off my body 

A schrewed imagination delineates my soft curves

Emboldened with the hot sting of humiliation 

A low wolflike moan ruminates from your languid throat. 

The grumbles of warnings flashing in your pants 

your desire is pulled out from under its veil 

I've gone too far

prick teasing a treasured and high art I've perfected 

I had simply no intention except your manipulation 

I lean in 90

you lean in 10

and I retreat 1 by 1

as you Nash your teeth

each advance met and retracted 

A half rejection of your taught manhood

on every every level,

it seems I got cocky, careless

I believed in a safe target -

until a rasping hand gripped my wrist 

I wanted to writhe out like flailing serpent

but I must maintain control, 

Cold eyes cannot give satisfaction 

Ignoring it,

I nussle close

and bite hard your lip

crimson anger spreads like realisation

Manifesting the shock of betrayal   

A sharp pain!

an undissmissable order

obediently my shoulder and arm

follow its path to least discomfort

a reversal so elegantly forced

my ass bent over infront of your face

I dont fight the restraint

a tangled exacerbation

Slow breaths... 

Fingertips trace threats

Mouth dry 

Tension high 

A slow creep 

A steady and calculated invasion 

A synchronised gasp reveals anticipation 

And after what felt like an eternity 

A delicate piercing of pride 

A breath of Heat willing arousal from me 

An intense longing betraying me 

Hazy lighting bugs dance around my confusion should I go? Should I stay a little longer?

Control was the game 

Sounds of fabric and scraping against itself 

I dont dare move

the sharp pain of my twisted shoulder

and hardness of your grip let me know 

Who was in control 

Movement, blind anticipation 

Fingers clamp a little firmer 

The warmth of you closer...

A rush if cold air

And the hollow sound of boots on hardwood floor

Reverberate in my aching whoredom

Unexpectedly pounding holes

in a once discarded pride 

What the hell just happened!?

 I thought you were a push over?

You left me there to finish the job my self?

you cunt!

I think I'm in love.