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Hot cum drips from HerAs she stands, silentlyGazing down at the anonymous puddleOf wilted, weakened fleshAt Her feetUpon artificiallySeductiveSpikesNearing stilthoodShe speaks sinister, poisonous words to him,Positioning quite delicatelyHer heels ‘twixt his dainty fingersPrepared to strike, more than deadlyInfinitesimal shifts in weightAre all it takes to pinhis hands beneath the hard ballsOf Her hard shod solesClad sparinglyIn contrast to hisFull nudityShe is the oneTo feel safe,To be secure,And it is fromThis positionThat She leadsIn the naked quietThe echo of his Elvankent Escort own fluidsSpattering against his smooth chestIs the only soundIn his homeIn the whole buildingFor all they knowIn the whole world –Perfect as a metronomeUsed up, he has becomeInvisible to HerEmpty, even pointlessSo She squeezes the last of aThoughtless giftLeft inside HerPrematurelyhe starts upwardTo sitDispleasedThe point of her toeShoots forwardTo put him backWhere he belongsBeneath herhe groansIn his frightAnd moansIn delight,Yearning Beşevler Escort dumbly forPassion unmitigated, andEvermoreFirst he fightsPlayfullySeizing her ankle in wholeFreelyAnd bites!Ripping the skewer fromThe impertinent grasp ofhis teethQuite threateninglyShe aims Her heelToward his eyeToward his throatOnly after targeting eachSoft part of himWith the tool ofPenetrationDoes sheSheath the weaponIn its rightful place andImpresses restraint uponhis will to raceExalted with all of HerExerted upon Cebeci Escort his ultimatelyMeaningless fateIt’s a perfect, andUtterly pointless datehe wants what she does to himShe has only ever wanted somethinghe does not haveShe is unsatisfied, yet satisfiedBy just how muchhe wants more, even nowEven as SheLeaves himA mess,Smiling a lieA kiss of fuelFor the bonfireOf the unyielding, undyingRestless fits of desireWithin the solitude of homeShe finds HerselfAloneNever lonelyNor waiting on true love, SheSets the romance, lights candles beforeWantonly devouring all thatShe wishesUnjudged, unencumbered, and unsungLater, in the dark, amongMechanical friendsWith no one in sightJust Her and Her spikesSurrounded by mirrors andBathed in bright lightEcstasy and exquisite joyNeighbors hear through gritted teeth andCracked windows concealed by greenthVociferouslyShe wonders whatEnd could be betterTo the second Fourteenth