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Apr 2013
Power surges through my finger-tips

as I confidently grab his hips

urging him to go faster

I’ve overtaken as master

My inner goodess purrs

my confidence soars

at his muffled curse

as he comes he roars

But now I’m frustrated

my needs not sated

a moment ago elated

now oddly deflated

Oh, he’s down there

I’m writhing without care

ecstasy, delight

****** in full flight
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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