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Power
the attraction,
the strength and roughness
of his hands
against her soft skin
the distinctive scent
of the man
pheromonic, edgy
muscular, strong
ready to get in....
….he is the tingle between those thighs
that hellish twinkle in her eyes.......
“….you are a magnet and I am steel”
the catalyst of the mind
the thoughts alone push her
legs open wide
the mountain grandeur
of his mushroom exploding
in size
swollen veins, his burgeoning
shaft, skin taut and stretched
balls sated and hanging "low
down" to one side
man handling her taint and “she wants him......”
…...the power of an image
unfolding before her eyes
the momentary eclipse
of lofty emotion
as he slips his big dick inside
and she says
“No”
he lifts his arm and
grasp the ball and chain
of the old fashion light fixture
above his head
raising her from the floor,
"funk get ready to roll"
placing her body on the office desk
the glow of the street lamp
filters into the small room
slowly lifting her dress
with a strong deliberation,
he spreads open her legs,
unbuttons her bra,
bearing her buxom breast
she rips open his shirt
tonguing and kissing
the nipples on his chest
and he likes it.....
“...yet he's still a man in this burning room”
his steady
thrusting and pumping
violently shifts her atmosphere,
chair banging against the wall
all irrelevant objects, upon the floor
they tumble and fall
his root
rents her vulva
and teases her sweltering clit
so slippery when wet
turning the depths
of a "quiet storm"
into a stormy night
they shall never forget
"making love till you scream-gonna' wake up everybody"
the power of
an idyllic image
unfolding before her eyes
a momentary eclipse of emotion,
his motion
as he slips his big dick inside
“….you are a magnet and I am steel”
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