Come What May

by Joanna

We tease growls and move
hands both like lightning
and molasses
The earth stops spinning
Just long enough to inhale again
As I am twisted about
A plaything
A fantasy
I motion for release
As I grip your hair
While a thousand tumbles
Make their move
The scene disappears
I find suddenly
Legs entwined
Breath
Filling my lungs again
I tremble
Immersed in the afterglow
of endorphins and the
rough exchange
of a proper fuck

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