she sits astride me
hair grazing my face sweet scent
that which is soft about her
touching my chest tintillating
she rocks me gently then wild
her face contorts in ecstatic grimace
almost growling moaning softly
collapsing atop me sighing spent
satisfied that I did my job
making me proud and happy
and then the sun creeps in
forcing my eyes awake
turning me to the empty side
this lonely bed too real.......
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Submission Name: Passive Resistance
