Taurus and Virgo

(Entered in the Contest: The Bull and the Ballet Dancer)  
 
While this is no "Death in the Afternoon", she will slay him in the end  
Silky lace, turning and spinning like no matador ever could, endless legs and tippy toes  
 
Brutal, rippling strength, filled with animal passion, and still he is out matched
Her elegance and poise, gentle yielding softness entraps in blissful feminine capture  
 
Sure, he is used to total domination, his power eclipsing the very sun  
But her willing submission distracts, deflects, and disarms him, adorned in the color red  
 
Backed against the wall, it seems she has met her match, pouting, and then luscious wicked smile  
Suddenly, stealth and rolling reversal, again she is on top, him pinned beneath, foiled  
 
Back and forth it goes, this sensual dance, the sexual battle, desire building, lust denied  
Alternating tenderness and rough affection, nibbling, biting, scratching horns and nails  
 
Finally, she relents, her struggling ceases, allowing him to pin her down by her slender wrists, delicious helplessness  
Eyes locked, heavy breathing, bathed in sweat, he takes his prize, forceful rhythm, musky control  
 
Her eyes roll, then close, lips purse and then spill forth moans of pleasure  
Massive arms shake and tremble, hardness swells fulfilling, kisses muffle ecstasy, simultaneity  
 
Collapsing into her arms, he becomes docile, nestling upon her bosom, naked taurine vulnerability  
Quietly, she runs her fingers through his mussed up hair, kissing him softly on the head, La estocada de la muerta