Cinders

Some depths are never breached
Some flames never grow cold

She backs into him and growls
Not his name or a plea
Just her desire giving vent
All that pent up frustration
To have him inside her
Pushing her to the edge
Then drawing her back
While she tenses and relaxes
Wanting it to last
Longer, faster, harder

She rolls onto him still fuming
The waves beginning to crash
She mumbles to the heavens
Incantations only the ancients know
She leans and sinks her teeth in
Anything to transfer the pleasure
Her nails raking down his chest
She grinds and rides her stallion
Reining her breasts for the final leap
Afloat and the universe implodes

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