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A thrust of honeyed flesh As powerful as steel and as lasting. Eyes like molten gold Flecked with searing heat Possessive and demanding of me. Muscles rippling in the sun Thighs hard, arms strong Belly flat and rump rounded high. A face of a wicked, wild god With gleaming white teeth Lips full and tasting of wine. He came from the water, Droplets cascading from his skin Naked as he had been born My eyes fell to the juncture of his legs I drew in a breath And held it. There was authority there A glistening wand of pleasure A commanding swell. He walked straight up to me Took my hand in his Brought it to his smiling mouth Mesmerized, I felt the pull Sinking down to the earth In engaging surrender. Awaiting the touch of his body upon mine. Heated flesh, rippling muscle A weight that pressed over me Steel: hard and long and straight Plundered the depths of my soul Satiating my fantasies. Swelling deep and pouring forth His was the face of a dark angel Possessing the body of a demoness. Smiling with a domineering grin That swept me far beyond myself I gave in to his demand. After he left I lay there for hours Staring up at the sky Judging the new world by the old. Had he been there at all? Had I dreamt him? Did his scent linger only to taunt? Now I spend my time on the cliffs Waiting for my lover to come From the water again. |
