beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Wrestling

Underneath me

Legs and arms locked
The slapping hum of bodies
In motion
Opening you with my strength
Deep as breath
Taste you on my lips
The bright wonder shining
And how I wrestle
Doubt into
Not submission
But surrender
Say my name
For the sheer volume
Throb of it
Fuck the doubt from you
With just a look
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