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We watch the gorillas fighting extinction at the zoo, playing in a way animals play in a cage - being watched. You are elephantine and I am giraffe-like, holding your huge bulky fingers with my long, skinny ones. How is it you turn me on, despite the genus incompatibility?
There are plenty of men in my life, but I take you inside me, legs wide upon the thrusting of your hips when the small of your back is the object of my fingertips, your hairy wrists hard against the muscles of my upper arms.
This is calmness and eloquence as the rhythm slows and tumbles and roars and waves. You come, but your end is my beginning as I stroke your hair and you withdraw, your eyes diminished and widely facing mine.
I feel alone, but I can hear it inside you, "What now? How can I please you?" Your hands move in great fervor over my torso, teasing the lips by not touching them, and diving into erotic spaces - knees, underarms, ears and then back and hard against the bucking wetness.
You are good, but you are staring at my face to watch the theatrics like paying to watch the lioness on the move.
I want you inside me, but you are spent so I take your thick hands as if they were my lover and press them to my chest, press the outer walls of the aching beast against your heavy thighs and undulate using you like a favorite vibrator.
My breasts are inattentive and I caress the nipples to harden them, goose bumps popping up all over. "I can do this myself," I think and move your hands away. But you will not leave and start to such my breasts. "Harder," I say aloud. "Gently," I remand, not to tell you how to make love, but how to please me in every way.
My hand is moving quickly on the nub above the lips as my muscles stiffen and I cry out. Sometimes I am cruel and call you by name only when I am wanting to please you. Not today.)
I fall back just before you cover me, hand to hand, leg on leg, breast against breast, penis searching for the inside of me and I rock you like I like you rocking me, turn you over and straddle you and make you straddle me, pull the beast from you, pull the gorilla by the ears to scream inside your sphere, call out to the trees and run through the rainbow center high, high above in a place only I can see.
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