Sex
Mar 1998
Sucking the juice dry
from the stick of life
she chokes.
Fuck me harder,
she screams
this angry violence
once more.
He loves it.
Harsh words and violent passion
later
he will wipe the slime
from her body
as she wipes the detris of his personality
from her soul.
Who abuses whom?
Crash against each body
invading orifice and thought
thrusting into any opportunity
given.
Hard cock slams into wet pussy
screams
moans
is this pleasure?
There might be ropes or leather
there might be another woman
there might be machines or pictures
there might be pain or pleasure
there might be love.
© 1998, Audre Pouliot
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