gently,
with just a bit of force.
Like rape.
Of a lover by lover,
by blind passion and lust.
A rush
an explosion,
in slow motion under the skin,
covered completely by a desire beyond the simple mind.
Push forward slowly, gently but firm
solid and sure.
Arch and push, right there, God right there!
The gate of heaven opens, a moan and cry
a sighed ragged breath.
Pull and push an internal tug of war
motion inside of motion
lust inside love
and hate at the door.
An anger at what was will never be again
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