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Rough Sex

To want to be excited,
to want to be wanted,
to want to be elevated,
and scored symphonic,
that's not broken.

Holding your hands
behind your back,
tugging your hair
like the mane
of a horse,
pinching like fire
your brown eyed nipples
despairing their edges
and wanting strong teeth,
pushing deep hard
into your G-spot
the distance your own
fingers reach
in the dark,
these are not tarnished
ill thought of passings.

All that is needed
are two words from you,
Yes, Sir, oh, yes,
Sir, yes, oh-yes, Sir.

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