© Sauce*Box, Winter 1997-98. All
rights revert to author.
Fuck
by Kerri
pushing me down
knife in hand
forcing me
taking me places I'd never been
capturing my soul
raping my spirit
fuck
it was so good
felt like hell's fury
knowing it was you
but feeling something else
the closet open,where you hid,waiting
fuck
the metal cold on my neck
your eyes locked with mine
my torn clothes piled on the floor
inside me you thrust
over and over
fuck
blood now trickling down my neck
the blade held firmly
you empty into me
exploding with you I cry out
fuck
that is all we did
all we were
partners in lust
two deviants feeding
taking what we needed
returning what we could
pleasing,satisfying
devouring,gratifying
fuck
we were good at it
craving the tastes and smells
needing the harsh touch
as well as the tender caress
all we did was fuck
penis
vagina
connected
fuck
could it have been more?
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