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Floored
Raw
like an exposed wound -
throbbing,
and begging to be touched -
she lay
beside my breath,
pulsating coos
into the air.
Bare
and hushed beneath a stack
of her own sighs,
she cried out her wants
silently
and divined
what would come.
She succumbed:
bit her bottom lip,
dug her toes
into the trenches of the bedsheet,
dripping
from hips
and clenched me
for more.
She was sky-high,
and I was just
floored.
