I didn't know what to think,
Pinned down I was in a single blink.
Tackled down viciously, and no restraint
My body ached, lungs incapacitated and body weight faint
Light it was, but enough to bruise my chest
Dexterous hands she boasted, but she didn't rest
I struggled under her dominance
Such powerful grip she had in instant
I bucked with each movement she made
The soft round firm muscles of her *** perfectly shaped
Each moment she came down on my crotch
A searing fervor of heat with no stop
The wetness of her lower walls embracing
My own growing arousal without any patience
"What now Big Boy?"
"I'm not your **** toy."
She huskily grew closer to my ears
All the while her juices dripping clear
I could tell by strength and knowledge alone
That my hip flexor muscle was now torn
Definite eroticism in such a goddess
But actions alone proved her not modest
My heart throbbed and rapidly palpitated
The eagerness in her position accelerated
"Ugh...stop it what I do this time?"
"Nothing. Its what you didn't do tonight."
She continued to gyrate and elevate
I felt the indefinite bruising in my wrist dictate
The growing heat and pleasure she was feeling
Not something that I wanted, but wasn't disagreeing
I wanted to slow her down and pick up with reason
She slammed her lips with mine as if it was treason
The blood on my mouth and her own scent
Just raised the growing ****** tensions present
She moved and moved and it grew into a frenzy
Clothes discarded, shoes unwanted, undoubted human chemistry
Face to face, eye to eye, power on her cause I was denied
Any action to pleasure in form, but it was no truth I was lied
"Keep going Big Boy."
"I'm not your **** toy."
Placing hands on my chest, feet to my face
Beautiful dominance, in every possible way
Denial isn't easy, but it sure is powerful
*** she was going to get, but at her own disposal
Eli Junior(c)
Dominant women turn me on, but there is a risk.
