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With your ankles locked Over my left shoulder I saw that look. It wasn't love. After five balls deep orgasms Of course you loved me. Fucking oxitocin made sure of that. No, this was something else. Like you had gone to heaven And been ordered to return To spread the good news. I've seen that look before Like the last time he tried to possess my soul And the foundations of the earth shook At my rejection. Deeply hard fucked By a master of the art You didn't stand a chance With your soul exposed And ripe for the taking. Uncummed and bulging I withdrew dripping wet To leave your soul wanting For ecstasy's applause. I know it was that look like surrender. And you silently acknowledge That all you are is now mine.