"choke me," she'd say,
her blonde hair matted brown
from the sweat
of summer and sin.
mouths mashed against each others,
my grip closing around her
perfect,
silk,
white,
pulsing throat,
her eyes suddenly fluttered in rhythm
with her belly, quivering beneath mine.
the embers smoldered within,
the fire roared,
and we drenched her white sheets in our love.
and in between the tempo of our breaths,
beating in unison against the carnal silence,
she exhaled only a single word.
"more."
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