Intimacy begins to crawl up her spine like the black widow spider,
she cringes and flinches -
Inexperience written all over her face.
"Why cant we just fuck?"
Making love is for those who know what they want,
but shes been accustomed to keeping her options open.
Open like her legs, 24/5.
She works the midnight shift on Friday and Thursday from 12 to 9.
She leans in,
He looks good and he feels good and he taste's better.
He's so aware that she'll do it all for him right now, in this room, if he let her.
But instead, he opens her mind, body and soul softly, like a forbidden letter.
Tough girl.
Shes as a hard as a feather.
"Let me help you get it all together..."
They entwine,
bodies twisted and tight over the sheets like lovers fingers.
Every inch of her is lovely, and he explores her gently.
And when she fucks him, he bucks back...
A hard reminder that this ride is his - and he will not be undermined.
They battle it out until a peace treaty is signed.
"Make love to me again..."
She signs on the dotted line.
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