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amorousTopic: Poetry
"Make love to me like the damned," she said, as she clamped his eyes with hers.
She gripped his neck and pulled. She kissed him -- hard. Little bruises-to-be stung his lips.
She gasped. "Fuck me like you're trying to kill me".
So he did.
There was much screaming and weeping and sweating and smiling.
They panted in decelerating stereo.
She sighed and tickled his ears with her nails.
He rolled his head around her chest and kissed whatever flesh was nearest.
She giggled.
When he woke,
She was gone.
Posted by Noz
at 12:01 AM BST
Updated: Friday, September 21, 2007 12:26 PM BST
