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Fuck you so hard, then cuddle the shit out of you.

Your head is a soft
weight on my chest,
as my fingers run through
the dark hair
curling at the back

You twitch in your sleep
and I shift a little.
Entranced.

Iím on my back,
youíre on your side,
draped over me like
Iím the worldís best
body pillow.
You breathe deep,
and I smile,
kiss your forehead
whisper-light, so as
not to wake you
from whatever worlds
youíre traveling,

and I let my eyes go soft
as I remember
meeting you at the door
wearing black panties
and a smile

Your strong shoulders
said in a glance
the world was a little heavy today,
the door clicked shut softly
as if the very gravity around
you was tired

I met you with kind hands,
and made shivery tracks
on your chest
as your shirt fell
to the floor,
bit your earlobe,
whispered
ĎLet me do all the workí
as we fumbled for the
button on your pants.

Some days.
Most, really.
It needs to be me.

But tonight I needed it
to be you.

Just you.

And I took shameless
advantage of your long day.

Small flicks of my tongue
just barely brushed
across the top of yours,
as I laid you back,
hands linked,
my hair a curtain around us

while my body undulated
in time with your need

you bit out a husky
ĎFuckí
ĎWaití


And I didnít,

I didnít fucking wait.
I caught your mouth,
ground my hips harder
and watched your face,

your hands
left mine,
grabbed my hips
and you slammed up
desperate to let go

and fuck, baby,
the way you let goÖ


That was
my reward tonight.

Tonight I got off
on you
getting off.

Tonight.

Tomorrow I expect you
to gleefully submit to
death in my thighs,

to chafe the tender
skin at the joints of
my legs with your
beard,
to pin my wrists above my head
and remind me I canít
kick your ass in
oil wrestling.

(You only won
because you cheated)


Tomorrow I need you.

I need you
To make me laugh,
make me think,
make writhe like
Iím possessed by
a legion of foul-mouthed
sex demons

But tonight, love
my fingers dance
in the hair at the
back of your head
And something inside me
swells so much
my allergies kick in

I find myself blinking fast
and breathing deep
as I watch you sleep

while I dream awake,

of you.
Written by Betty
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