I want to test your temperature, he said
But instead of putting the thermometer in my mouth
He slid his fingers inside my flower
You are burning, he remarked
Writhing with body ache I tried free myself
But he pinned my hands over my head
And lay on top of me
The chill of his brawny skin
On my scorching flesh
It was like amalgamation of ice and fire
As his turgidity made it's way to my crater
I dug my nails on to his butt
And set the motion in pace
Never underestimate a tigress even when she's frail.
©LR









