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"Our Game" an erotic Poem
In cards you must first,
Furnish the players an unknown hand.
As the dealer hurls them among us,
Sun-kissed cards roughly land.
Assessing as I pick up each one
Individually.
She scoops up her pile,
Simultaneously.
Organizing and plotting
Until our game unfolds
It unfastens with playful jests
Catapulting remarks into
A stubborn war
Logic tested and firmly engaged
The outcome gives way to one participant
The challenge
This abrupt push for supremacy
We ponder the answer internally
How the other could be conquered.
It is within that stippled moment
Where the placement is determined
Powerful phrases creep over your lips
Psychological truth discharges from your seduction
I hunger after such telling knowledge
And those eyes begin to thrust.
Their enchanting translucency
Allows a peek through the maze
Your thoughts all tangled
With that look of insight and possibility
I watch as your desire darkens
Your first move enacted
Clothing disperses without thought
Our bodies heated and pure again
My back betwixt flesh and cotton
I feel as you press me downward
A new impression unexpected
The pain ensnares my mind
Relinquishes a low moaning
Suddenly muscles press against bone
You seize me
I’m held stridently in place
In vigor you test me
Bind quickly with that gentle sash
Its own bite carries an astonishing sting
The chain screams a welcomed seriousness
Just as I start feel convicted
Your kiss perplexes me in its entirety
An instant later your mouth evaporates
Before my mind can follow or predict
Your teeth are sinking through my neck
Such a violent tenderness
Brings my pulse to a gallop
Speechlessly groaning
You burn through my pride
Only words can reduce such intoxication
Such ecstasy in your calculated moves
You shove too far
Try to call me on weakness
An attempt to further heighten your powerful status
This instills true irony
Your elegant handiwork is instantly undone
My inner ember blazes strong yet again
Secretly, I know this is how you prefer to play
Thin fingers curl around your tiny wrists
Your game has turned to mine.
I jolt into action and manifest control
My strength prevails
With you on your back, I stare
Deep down I see your will, flicker
Your questioning is your demise
I do not stutter
Instead claws rip into your every curve
Movements quickening
Suddenly innocent ribbon contains you
Bound, helpless at my mercy
Perhaps I am the cruel being
Though those eyes show no fear
On the contrary they scream with anticipation
And a swelling excitement to please
Yes, I know your core
I roll over you delicately pressing every button
Rough, slow, steady, and fast
Mutation occurs as you become
A gorgeous beast, twisting for release
And I, your predator, guard my prey
Animalistic sounds fervently echo
I never let up, the incessant pressure
Carrying you ever higher
My own fangs rip at your delicate hide
The mouth explores, wonders in awe
Over lips, breasts, neck, hips, and thighs
I finally slip everything inside
Your eyes bursting
Cannons fire
Your voice climbs
Toes clench
Hands grip and curl
My other soft, sweet, terrible hand
narrows against your throat
Demanding your climax
I see you give a tremendous shake
Your pupils dilate wider, suffocating the green
Indescribable as I view your orgasm
Sensation lifts your entire body, arched.
Shuddering you pour over my hand
The closeness increases
Trust grows while the bond is strengthened
As flesh holds tender flesh
Her smile speaks the loudest
As distant eyes of my lover,
Close
It’s our game
And we always win.
Not waiting on the dealer,
we administer the next hand once again.
-Thorns
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