Torn

          
My lust of women is real
The way she submits, as she Surrenders too me
I over power, take control the way our bodies interlock
Our souls intertwine as I dominate her being.

Way she feels, how she taste
Way she bits into my flesh
A kiss cross her skin
Make me weak at the knees

Her lips over my skin
As I give my thrust She excepts
The look in her eyes,
Her nails rake down my back

The arches of her back
Yelling my name, toes curling,  heart beating
Skins sweating as my arms pull her in.
Kiss her deep but softly.

I grab a fist full of hair
Push down on her back pull myself in
One hand on her shoulder I force it in
Seeds we plant.

But yet I am torn

Sex I crave with men
As I let him dominate, I Surrender
Unto him I submit
He takes me by force

Over powers me
Giving him control
Sex is raw, animal like
The way we fight for control

Taboo like are soul never meet
We get aroused, Acts of sin ungodly like
I solely lust our acts.
Only pleasure is our reasons.


Feel of his strength inside me
Eating away at my soul
As we plant our seed
They go to waste.