Epicenter

She rattles my mind like a rolling chain.
flirting with me; playing her game
right into my hands, her bed is made.
Taking directions; I'm glad she came.
my erection, parting her lips -- guiding my aim.
Invading her pussy. She, enjoying the pain.
her calves over my shoulders, my cock under her skin like a vein.
blowing her mind, pounding her body,
hips bucking fondly; intentions ingrained.
heavy panting -- frantic pace, my waist -- slamming into her frame.
working her pussy, eyes closed --  she’s screaming "Game".
more fiction with each thrust, deep grinding - strenuous
slippery lips, tighten up.
bright blue eyes, looking up --
when I explode, she erupts.