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Last Night at the Bar
Music and darkness, all there is,
She sits beside him, eyes on his.
Black dress, low cut and oh so tight,
She smiles and asks him for a light.
A split second, he sees it all…
Tender embrace, the rise and fall
Of love they’ll make, no questions asked,
But merely their passions unmasked.
Her lipstick dark, eyes soft and pale,
A readiness hers to avail,
She grabs his hand with the flame lit,
Eye-contact yielding all of it.
The dance… the chase… the pulse... the ache.
The push so far in she should break.
The kiss… the claw… the splay… the sin
The mess he’ll leave upon her skin.
The nibbles low, the slap of sac
The nail marks left in his back.
The hands on throat, the fingers bit
And her relishing all of it…
From her position, up on top
Her breasts bared for him, tender, soft.
The slide… the grind… the pelvic thrust
Unable to sate such deep lust.
The grab… the throw… the switch of hole,
Impaling her upon his pole.
The gasp… the sigh… the rhythm set
With her insides dripping, so wet.
The leg on shoulder… spaces shared
With fingers filling the holes bared
And the pressure building within,
This time giving a fuck who wins.
Slamming it home deep, breaking soul,
Flipping lighter shut, in control…
Just to hear disappointed moan,
As I walk off to drink alone.
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