The more you resist
The more will be the power play
Between two seething flesh
I prefer to be served this way
Your denial
And my rage
Compliance isn't my taste
When you twist beneath me
Trying to evade
I slip constantly
From inserting my vigor
Its then I throw you on the table
Scattering its contents
Securing your hands firmly
I go down my legs
Lifting your saree
I find the core of your essence
And eat you
Till you moan my name
You are ready
To envelop me
In your black hole
But I torture you further
By suckling your breasts
Till I taste your nectar
As you gasp
In my sufferance
I insert the dildo
And make you come.
©LR
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