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Dogged by Desire
As he circled her
Sensing
Knowing
Smelling
So aware
No understanding required
Instinctive
Driven
She waited
She longed
She submitted
With excitement
Reservation
Arousal
Fear
The feelings could never be fully done justice in words.
Her mind turned to the camera
The camcorder she had set running moments before
She felt his touch
Sensed his maleness
His dominance
His desire
His need
Another twist of the erotic key
Another click higher
Another notch
Another step up the ladder
Drawing the imminent closer
She had to experience this, if only for the present.
She lost herself in her mind now
Buried reservation
Modesty
Morality
Fear
Adjusting her body position
She encouraged
Facilitated
Allowed
Signalled her readiness
His response was predictable, hoped for and base.
He mounted her
His front legs wrapped around her waist
The pads and spurs scratched her sides
Distracted momentarily
Then added to the event
His back arched
He probed
She yielded
All her submissive instincts flooded her being
So many her needs
So much was needed.
It was more than she had ever imagined
Envisaged
The many times that it had been explored
Enjoyed in her mind
So many ways
So many places
So many subjects
She was lost as she lost herself
Her mind and body gone together
At times in opposite directions it seemed
He completed
Her not knowing, not knowing anything at that point.
They parted and reality returned to the front of her mind at least
Realisation
Juxtaposed with affection
Were guilt and remorse
Her still high body and deep sense of achievement
Felt pressures
Pressures she understood
Indeed expected
She looked into his eyes and no justification
Explanation
Examination
Were needed.
Something that she would repeat
Would bring a repetition of so many thoughts
So many feelings
But always to be balanced
The high end of arousal
Of thrill sought
Would always tip that balance accordingly
Similarly the seesaw could slide very low
But this was hers and hers alone
Hers to choose
Hers to decide
Hers to enjoy
And she would reason thus.
Sensing
Knowing
Smelling
So aware
No understanding required
Instinctive
Driven
She waited
She longed
She submitted
With excitement
Reservation
Arousal
Fear
The feelings could never be fully done justice in words.
Her mind turned to the camera
The camcorder she had set running moments before
She felt his touch
Sensed his maleness
His dominance
His desire
His need
Another twist of the erotic key
Another click higher
Another notch
Another step up the ladder
Drawing the imminent closer
She had to experience this, if only for the present.
She lost herself in her mind now
Buried reservation
Modesty
Morality
Fear
Adjusting her body position
She encouraged
Facilitated
Allowed
Signalled her readiness
His response was predictable, hoped for and base.
He mounted her
His front legs wrapped around her waist
The pads and spurs scratched her sides
Distracted momentarily
Then added to the event
His back arched
He probed
She yielded
All her submissive instincts flooded her being
So many her needs
So much was needed.
It was more than she had ever imagined
Envisaged
The many times that it had been explored
Enjoyed in her mind
So many ways
So many places
So many subjects
She was lost as she lost herself
Her mind and body gone together
At times in opposite directions it seemed
He completed
Her not knowing, not knowing anything at that point.
They parted and reality returned to the front of her mind at least
Realisation
Juxtaposed with affection
Were guilt and remorse
Her still high body and deep sense of achievement
Felt pressures
Pressures she understood
Indeed expected
She looked into his eyes and no justification
Explanation
Examination
Were needed.
Something that she would repeat
Would bring a repetition of so many thoughts
So many feelings
But always to be balanced
The high end of arousal
Of thrill sought
Would always tip that balance accordingly
Similarly the seesaw could slide very low
But this was hers and hers alone
Hers to choose
Hers to decide
Hers to enjoy
And she would reason thus.
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